Just For You Poetry

Through the pale pink morning
as autumn day was unfolding
I walked the tidal reach,
bare feet exploring
diamanté grains of golden
sand on dewy beach,

trying to understand
the meaning of soul.

Is it the spirit hiding nearby us,
the core of all things, unseen
explorer who plays at our
edge of knowing,
or some part none of us hold
yet keep half-seen,

an inside "I" that we hope
will live on after we die ?

The silence of answers untold
lapped at my toes as maybe
or might strode into my
questions that day
yet I paddled into the advent
of coming light

shoulders back and eyes
ahead but looking inside.