Washed away in the silvery tide

Blue skies, water spread out wide.
Sands, a mire in the coastline.
Nearer and nearer to the tress
Uncommon shades in a seeming desert.

Scorching in the suns heat
On a summer afternoon.

A music to turn the head in circles,
And air to dig you inside out.
To drink the clear blue-white surf,
And some water to burn the throat.

Walk away far from the world,
Leave the memories behind
With happy friends laughing at
Everything around, not with mockery.
But with mild apprehension of
The contradictions in the comprehension.

Another force pulls you around to
Come back to this world teeming with life.
You surrender your body, but
Your mind survives, where the memories
Died, making present the future of life.

Nothing to surround but the
Surf and the wind covering your face.
The body is naked, it is
Being washed away in the silvery tide.
The face lost in the
Blanket of clear invisible wind.

And then when you walk back
Smiling back to your friends.
You know your mockery
Is done to death,
When the new life lights up with shadows
You know you were awake when you slept.