Follow the Sun

Come hither, it whispers again

But I resist

The breeze with a whisper of its own
Admonishes me
Your place is here
On this solid earth

And the sand does feel good
Dimpled by my trail of steps
To where the ocean laps at my toes

There it is
Desire for a dream beyond my ready grasp
A tantalizing yet dangerous unknown
Stretches out beyond my ken to traverse

While I stand here
Content on my golden shore
To imagine a possibility
I may never pursue

I take off my shirt
The sun sighs, whispers again, yes, come. Come!
The next wave splashes foam onto my bare chest
Footsteps disappear beneath the ocean