A dream without a name
This poem was written while i was at a Leadership acadamy in Surrey BC. This poem is dedicated to the inspiration of the beach and of ally my new family I made at the academy and lastly to the leaders: Garry, Shobha and Louise
Concrete light, the path of footsteps in the sand,
Winding indents liquid silver in your wake,
Every grain of sand rubbing the windows of your very soul,
The soft pressure,
Slick green blankets wrapping around your feet in a curtain of gentle green,
Moving forward, the tingling sensation,
Coloured lights stringed across the earths canvass,
Dimming and draining but with a blast of harmony that everyone can share,
Flooding emotions on the sea, gentle wind carrying lost desires out to the ocean.
Back up straight, feet in the sand,
Corroded salt like hungry knives cutting and grasping the shore with out-stretched hands,
Gaping and gawking sounds drain away,
Raw freedom revived in my very lungs and soul.
They are all here now,
One family beating the same rhythm,
Open hearted, all talented in their own waves just like the ocean waves
So inconsistent but always churning with energy.
Rocks around my feet different shapes and colours,
Holding hands, into the fire, facing our fears and dreams
Only to make our souls and compassion burn brighter still.
Us together we are… Family
It is time to go now, but is it really the end?
Another day is dawning and continuing the adventure shall begin.
© 2005 Chelsea Mclean
Concrete light, the path of footsteps in the sand,
Winding indents liquid silver in your wake,
Every grain of sand rubbing the windows of your very soul,
The soft pressure,
Slick green blankets wrapping around your feet in a curtain of gentle green,
Moving forward, the tingling sensation,
Coloured lights stringed across the earths canvass,
Dimming and draining but with a blast of harmony that everyone can share,
Flooding emotions on the sea, gentle wind carrying lost desires out to the ocean.
Back up straight, feet in the sand,
Corroded salt like hungry knives cutting and grasping the shore with out-stretched hands,
Gaping and gawking sounds drain away,
Raw freedom revived in my very lungs and soul.
They are all here now,
One family beating the same rhythm,
Open hearted, all talented in their own waves just like the ocean waves
So inconsistent but always churning with energy.
Rocks around my feet different shapes and colours,
Holding hands, into the fire, facing our fears and dreams
Only to make our souls and compassion burn brighter still.
Us together we are… Family
It is time to go now, but is it really the end?
Another day is dawning and continuing the adventure shall begin.
© 2005 Chelsea Mclean