Black Sand Beach, By Shay
My feet were buzzing
with the harmonies of curiosity.
The droplets of black stone kissed my fingertips
with the gentleness of autumn wind.
The crash of the waves was in C major,
the wind was the melody of Moonlight Sonata.
The sky was a palette
of tear-stained blue ink,
the clouds were school uniform gray.
The rocks we climbed tore our hands
and we bled pure adrenaline.
When we reached the top
we kissed the sky
and said our goodbyes
to our Black Sand paradise.