The Missing Piece of My Soul

I roam the beach

in search of my missing piece.

The sounds of these waves

are a heartbeat.

For me,

the beach is not a place to go to

and depart from the world.

On the contrary,

it is a place to reunite with the world.

The ocean is such a beautiful place.

Have you ever sat on a dock,

in a boat harbor?

Have you heard the sound of boats creaking,

as the waves subtly move them?

For me, that sound,

is a heavenly sound.

And the gusts of wind,

carry the secrets, of Mother Nature.

These secrets,

can only be heard by few.

The smell of the ocean,

It is the smell of a home.

The feeling of sand

beneath my feet,

it is like a carpet.

The beautifully painted skies,

every morning,

and every evening,

are memorizing to watch.

Just as when I look at the water,

any water,

I could stare forever.

Lost,

in its everlasting beauty.

Somewhere, out there,

is the missing piece

of my soul.

And as I swim through the water,

I can only hope,

That the missing part of my soul,

will come back once more.