Monday, November 12, 2007

She is

Careful with your steps
calls out daddy
she flutters off and filled the beach
with colors
and the sun ever so loving
making even her shadow outshining
the gray

All that she had, she ran
but fell
beautiful traces of sand evolved to
past memories
and the body drags itself nearer
to the sea

Maybe I should stop now
at twenty steps
and rest my hands on rough sands
She opened her eyes
saw daddy's hand

Bring me to a better land
"Hold my hand", he said
She grab tightly
making the rest history

Delicate yet strong, beauty
now, she is
treading on seas


1 comment:

Victor said...

toddler running on beach sand to her daddy.

time passes at every step, when she fell, she's 20 yrs old (twenty steps)

after that, she hold dad's hand and is now walking on the sea, to a better land.

meaning shouldn't be too hard to figure out =]