Oceanic Perspective.

As I'm staring at the sanded horizon,
With it's pale face of yellow spotted Anticipation,
I am Retracing my steps un-taken.

If my Memory serves me in truth unwavering:
The buoyant red future is resplendently jello,
And my palms are the nervous novels to be.

Within the cursive of Sky's blotched ink,
I see What Ifs peering around rays of Idea.
Possibility holds hue blue as the backdrop of sea.

A wave, driven and tossed -- splits into Change
And Jagged edged dreams give Way to gravity.

One water-child cries,
-----------The Other smiles,
And lastly the sister agrees.

Howling gusts braid direction Back-wards,
Bringing me new optimystical Outcomes
On the sigh of this shore's bended knee.

And as I'm staring at the sanded horizon,
With it's pale face of yellow spotted Anticipation,
I am Retracing my steps un-taken.

(c) Novalyn Grace RRL