Walking along the beach,

The. cold wind blowing in my face.

Trickling through fingers , the sand

Returns to its creator,connected,

Wishing for the sun's warmth.

 

The seasons come and go.

Planets exist,collide ,re-emerge.

Dimensions are born in the moment.

Infinite particles.    

 

Waiting for connection

Through the minds eye,

A wanting for the muse  to come

Into blissful existence.

 

The suns rays shine like diamonds.

Illusive, transparent.

Precious drops of water fall 

Onto the  sand and

The rainbow emerges.