Miles of diamonds dancing into the blue of the ocean waves,

rays of a yellow golden sunset occasionally cross paths with the clouds that seem to frolick like bunnies across the sky.

It's no wonder they came from the ends of the earth to bask in it.

Like moths to a flame they gathered, never seeming to turn away, even for a moment;

the beauty was endless, captivating, illuminating.

If you asked me, it was blinding.

I tried to show them. I wrote songs they couldn't hear and took pictures they couldn't see. Over the roar of the waves that beckoned them they wouldn't listen to me, I wonder now even if they could hear what I say, could they see what I see?

I could see it from the hilltop, as I'm shielded from the sun, and

as I descend into the valley it grows.

It welcomes me with a beauty that doesn't belong to words, a different kind of beauty that enchants me. Its not gold or warm, it doesn't shine in the light, but it sparkles in the shadows.

There's no road to guide me, but my path is clear.