You run and jump in the sea

You crave to feel

You play with the waves

You crave to live

You are a drop in an endless ocean

Your lips taste like the sea

You close your eyes; your eyelids caressed by the warmness of the copper-coloured sunlight, gently, as if by a feather.

You sink your feet in the hot sand, you get lost in the sensation that you have become one of its myriad grains

You let your hair loose, free to be taken by the wind

You breathe it in; it smells like jasmine and dreams

Your soul can breathe

 It has substance, form

 

And it’s red

Like the most beautiful sunset

Like the red August moon

With an ice cream in your hand and nostalgia in your heart

You become a kid again and run by the sea with your soulmate, as if no one can see

Freedom, carelessness, oblivion

Cramped in a club – a chance to escape

You find yourself climbing the highest rock you can find

Hand in hand with love

Watching the rain of stars – kissing, dreaming, wandering of the senses

You fall madly in love, fiercely, irrationally like a teenager

Your skin bursts with pleasure

You dance until the first light of dawn

In a beach with your childhood friends holding you close

Around a fire

The songs, the dances, and the laughter you shared as children drifting in the air

Your new soul is born and it is full of light, colours, smells, and senses.

It reaches infinity, the unreachable, and the ideal

It launches, it drifts in an endless universe

A feeling of immortality like no other

Summer – unseen joy, unspoken.

 

Margaret Chala

 

 cover photo : David Hockney , A Bigger Splash.