ALSphere Foundation
The sun-warmed beach with its rising gold and ocean brine
Is a treasure trove of shiny pebbles, sea shells and creatures marine
The soft songs of the waves and whooshing breeze, the sunset on the horizon
Are the colors of my twilight dreams
Like a diva and a star she comes gliding and dancing along
A remnant of an Armada or a victorious mast of a Galleon
A story it yearns to tell me of withered youth and lost love forlorn
Bleached and blanched paler than the sand, almost a grubby brown
Of all the kingdoms it had conquered and reigned over a flourishing town
Baked and softened to a million hues of beige and sepia
I turn it over in my hand, this driftwood is full of history, travels, and nostalgia
A work of art, a sculpture shaped by the eddies and tides of the sea
The grooves and the smooth surface are a masterpiece that i want to take along with me
It sits on my mantlepiece reclined like an emperor on his throne in all his glory
Surrounded by miniature porcelain dolphins and crystalline mermaids to exalt its charm extraordinarily
I cradle it in my palms like i would a newborn bairn
When it whispers to me the songs of the seas, the stars, and the majestic Blue Whales
It hums, it clenches secrets, it has many chronicles to tell—a fact, a truth or a fairytale…
A reminder of an era gone by cautioning me every day to slow down
Find joy in little things for life is fragile and frail.
