She drifts afloat beyond the waves
beyond where they rise and fall
I see her there but you do not
she is minded in memory pale
her tender skin warm and brown
sparkles with salty ocean sand
she fears not a bottomless depth
as the ocean touches her hand
her life has yet to really begin
& is still filled with vivid color
before living is stolen from her
& beauty becomes ghostly pallor
but beauty will blossom again
to show her the color and wonder
she drifts afloat beyond the waves
beyond where they rise and fall
to crash the sandy beaches with
seaweed painted shells hollow
where sea gulls screech loudly
she knows no one will follow
© January 2020 Renee Espriu
This Photo Taken From Public Domain Pictures & Created As Art