The Beachcomber

The morning sun touched

on his gentle blue eyes,

as he looked skyward to see a bird suddenly take flight.

A smile tweaked the corners of his mouth

“Freedom,” he whispered.

A youthful vitality wriggled beneath the weathered years

now engraved upon his face,

each wrinkle a road travelled that brought him here.

Fate’s hand rolling him on to the shore

a piece of driftwood

wandering upon the shores of his life

picking up pieces of magic.

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10 thoughts on “The Beachcomber

  1. i love that he found freedom…that life brought him there.. that it seems it was pre-destined that he would finally be at the place where he’s completely happy..

  2. Lovely…great character. My favorite part:

    Fate’s hand rolling him on to the shore

    a piece of driftwood

    wandering upon the shores of his life

    picking up pieces of magic.

    Nice write!

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