Fragility.

Sun setting in surfer's paradise, Hossegor, France from Gypsy TalesTM

It's the span before the sun sets 

right before night falls

you can sense it in the sweet musky air

It's the wind 

blowing against my window

whispering something that I long to hear

It's the ocean

howling my name

hugging my calves as I step into the foamy white

It's the snow flakes that brush against

my skin melting

never to be the same 

It's the moon

casting silver shadows upon my soul

leaving a veil

It's the change

when I look into the deep blue

forever changing, forever mesmerizing

It's the salty touch

on your lips

when you evaporate into thin air

It's when you lose

yourself to something else

and yet you gain 

It's when you can't find your path

and you keep going

stumbling and tumbling at every bend

It's when you surrender

all you are 

to become what you were meant to be