Cold to the touch, my feet dip calmly into the water. 

Dawn lay peacefully over the enchanted landscape.

Gentle rays of the weak morning sun shone down,

covering the rolling landscape,

Dancing like a child on the water’s surface. 

Ankle deep, I see little movement, hear little sound. 

The lapping against jagged shores lull the birds passing by. 

I have joined them this morning, they don’t seem to mind; 

They swiftly fly past without sparing a final glance at me.

I cannot know where they are off to.   

The wind bestows a stinging kiss on my cheek,

I don’t have to look to see rosie tips of my ears and nose. 

Ahead, a serpentine branch weaves through the fine sand. 

Perfectly placed, imitates a skull, perhaps signifying more.

Mystery encases this island, it surely knows more than I.