Journey of the Seven Sands

I walk on the dunes paved in color,
Seven of the rainbow.
Seven of the seas.
In them,
I meet each season,
I’ve always been in search of something,
And it has taken me a forever to see it’s me that I’ve been looking for.

The first of the seven sands is my beautiful dream.
Bright and sunny,
A golden yellow.
Here the flowers are in full bloom,
And when they turn to sleep,
Fireflies illuminate the surroundings,
Hovering over the sweet scented blossoms,
Lighting the night to keep me from getting lost in my own dreams.
I’m happy.
I walk in the paradise of Eden, where even the distant stars fall in my reach.
I walk and I stroll and I step onto the second of the seven.

Here, my feet begin to ache,
It is hot, there is no oasis,
No earthly spring.
And this is when I wish I could go.
Back to my yellow sand to lie under the endless skies,
Even when the sun is in full gleam.
The sand I walk on gives me shudders in every stride.
For there is no direction and all I want to do is hide.
I look within me to find what it is that makes me want to run away.
I have been trotting on the sand of fear,
Which was once a means of my cowardly escape.
I dash and I dodge,
The serpents begin to rise.
I walk on red sand,
And I wonder if it is wise.
The red sand engulfs me.
Like overwhelming tides that rise at the new moon.

I begin to find myself floating alongside companions,
I smile again.
It is way too soon, bursts of orange come to loom.
These allies embrace me,
Vow to protect me and keep me safe.
They make me merry.
Like it’s that sweet golden place.
I disclose to them all my pleasant thoughts.
I in fact share with them all of life’s dreams.
Those I’ve had as a little girl,
Those I’ve begun to see as a young woman.
They’re silly, some completely absurd.
Some impossible to achieve,
And others I only wish I could conquer.
The orange sand was welcoming,
It charmed me to surface.
And it too begins to change.
I feel vulnerable.
I feel broken.
I don’t want to stay.
This disguised Euphoria was a minion in hiding from display.
I travel west and return to east.
There’s no running away.
I lower my head in patience I pray.
Til again, I see hues of yellow waltzing my way.

The sand is now reminiscent of my Eden.
A lush green.
It shifts from patches of dark and light.
Where I skip through a pleasant breeze.
Alongside my feet I see stones,
I stoop and slide to collect them,
For no reason really.
Just to bid my time.
I gather unknown strength and begin to glide.

I stumble to tread on an ice paved ground.
Blue in hue and blissful in chills.
I’m careful to watch where I step as ice may be thin.
To see where it may break, I toss those stones,
Like words I once spoke.
They have no impact,
They are fragile and fall to the ground.
They are no longer stones,
But just pebbles I had found.
The frost against my feet begins to bite,
The scars from the pricks of thorns wish to heal,
I struggle to pass this sand.
I limp to leave the frozen water.
And have broken away from the sand of the sea.

I have found it,
I am walking on not one of seven sands,
But all of them whole.
The sand is pretty,
It glimmers like jewels under the sun.
The colors are a haze,
They are full of life.
When all of them combine,
They bring out an ashen white.
It is pure and pristine,
For I wish I could truly be.
Far from the royal violet.
Dark and stained,
Distant from glee.
The white is full of faith, full of hope that forever carries me.
I suppose that was the purpose of the seven sands.
To make me travel,
To make me see.
How six of them combined can bring me where I need to be.
Where everything has had a reason,
And reason has had everything.
Where my dreams are never out of reach and hurt only heals.
Maybe that IS the fate written for a lost and gullible me.
To grow as a person,
To accept the serene life that has been ordained,
With only a prayer’s plea.