Refuge

After walking all day - barefoot,

On roads, burning hot,

My aching feet feel cool - finally

Of wet sand being fed -endlessly

by waters, blue and crystal clear.

The pain of scorching blisters,

tearing my body into half

like a laser beam -

straight and white - is gone suddenly.

And my brows tightly knitted,

worrying all the time to rest have been put,

with the touch of your warm cheek

Upon mine............