Hope

By Sanjita Banerjee

The ocean and sand evolve in front of me,

The salty wind caresses my skin.

The grains of sand nip at my feet,

The crashing of waves reminds me of the peace before the storm.

The ocean's blue calls to me,

The deeper it gets, the darker it becomes.

I can't help myself;

The closer I get, the more I get lost in its allure,

The sultriness of the dark is like an incubus calling to an angel's soul.

I can feel the horizon of dusk peek under the ocean;

The eternal bright rays pull me to the surface,

My iris greedily drinks the magnificent view of gloaming.

The lonely sunset gives me hope,

A hope for tomorrow, 

Where I can fight the allure of darkness and finally reach the shore.

By Sanjita Banerjee