bluebird

Tides wash away
the sands of sin.

Wading in beauty,
feet planted firm,
as a chilling mist
warms my skin.

Senses heighten,
conclusions are drawn.

Behind me, new light rises.
Taking the plunge,
I begin to float—
beneath it all,
thinking of nothing.

It is tranquil,
a synchronicity,
heaven on earth.