TrystanBehm

The Majestic

History, romantics and poets love her

She gets all the credit, she’s Majestic

But what about me; the dunes, reeds – the beach

 

My sand absorbs your turmoil

Each grain expanding to envelop your substance

Whispering to be calm and return to your roots

I can handle the rest

 

The wind rearranges me

So I am always ready for your fury and foam

Quickly hiding your chaos under a smooth and dark surface

My replenishment derived from your murky shallows

 

I reciprocate your curl

To effortlessly return you

Back to the darkness that makes you

Mysterious, and deadly

 

I am the bearer of your revisionist history

Showing only what you have released

Foreboding to some, intoxicating to others

 

                            - Inviting to those few, who your deep soul, is their final resting place of choice; consciously or unconsciously.

 

 

(Fenwick Island, Delaware)