Brother to the the Original

Where Beauty meets the sandy shore
Where crystalline waves go on till they're no more,
Where silk leaves sway to drums
Where the wind moans in a musical hum.

Where my shadow lingers over Shimmering rocks
Where life is pure and worries it has not,
Where I follow the ocean to no end
Where my pale skin lay neatly against the sand.

I hold so tight to the glimmering jewel's
Once hidden amongst the land,
So ever small but oh so priceless
Now softly held within my hand.

The memories of this sunny grave
The feel of warm delight,
My footsteps fade behind me
As I leave,
Goodbye.

~ Nait Reins
May 5th 2010