He sees many a time in his mind
The salty breeze touching his face
It is so full and heavy
And it makes him feel alive
He breathes in the air
The smell of all his memories
The ones that are worth holding
The comfort of being at home
He dips his feet into the sand
And a warmth spreads through hisself
A warmth of familiar ground
A warmth of a place he owns
He hears the hum of the waves
The swoosh and the woosh
Like a thousand men
All playing for him, his song
He walks closer to the water
Thinking that he is finally here
A place that is filled with his happiness
A place that embraces him
How many a time has he been here
Sitting on the shore
Contemplating his thoughts
Thinking about all that was to be thought of
Walls erected on his way
Blows that almost felled him
Demons inside that thretened to consume him
And thieves who tried to steal his belief
And he would sit on this same shore
Looking at the infinite sea
And it held him in its arms
And would make run all the fears
He waits on the shore
Waiting for the waves to bathe his legs
As if to say welcome son
Don't worry I am here
And the waves they come after long
And they wet his feet and sink it in sand
Where is the warmth he came for?
Where is the comfort he searched?
He sees as his eyes well up
That day has passed before
The sun is on the horizon
Bidding its final adieu