FROLIC

Frolic

Running,

hand in hand

by the open sea;

cold froth splashing

across tired and weary feet,

granules of warm white burning sand,

struggling to stick, in between tired dusty toes;

thick and warm salt concoction envelopes the evening sun,

wafting sourly through open nostrils seeping into hungry lungs;

with sweet scented dreams of a lifetime of youth and expectations,

lingering within thoughts of fulfillment immersed in gusts of madness.

Riyadh, Saudi Arabia, 2007