As the sun sets and reflects on the water below,
So I reflect on my journey,
Both past and present,
What a journey it is, was and will be.
As the day cools ever so slightly,
Preparing for the night,
Soft sand beneath my feet,
As I wonder the beach searching for sea shells.
At this moment I am not aware,
Not of anything but what my eyes search for,
The perfect pair of shells,
To adorn my ears and decorate my soul.
Something catches my attention,
She’s thin in frame but wide in smile,
Spade in hand,
Searching as well.
Little does she know,
If she is lucky one day it will be her soul she searches,
Not the beach,
Not for crabs for their soft meat but for the meat that
makes her real.
My eye catches a unique shell,
I think to myself it’s perfect but it’s not worthwhile,
I’ll never find another one to make a pair,
I pick it up anyway.
The next few steps guide me under a tree,
What do I find buried with just enough to see,
A perfect partner for my unique shell,
Simply lying in wait for me.
Some time has passed and it’s getting dark,
I cradle my shells and shelter my heart,
I smile back at her as she looks at me,
Both of us searching and finding what we need.
