Jules Mur

Jules MC

The breeze whispers to me—

Gripping the sand beneath my feet—

As it bites my skin before I see,

And cold chills moving me offbeat…

As I wait to see the rising sea—

Rising water beneath my feet—

So cleanse me before I see,

For the sun is soon to greet,

And I am yet to swim…

As I rest above the sea—

Eyes closed to avoid the vim—

The warmth envelopes me, and now I see:

The adolescence that I knew,

As my home will always be with you.