SENSE-ATIONAL

The smell of the sea was more precious,
more lovely than that of a rose in spring
The sounds of the waves, real music
Mozart, Bach, never heard such a thing.

Turquoise blue and green and white surf
caressing so softly the view of my eyes
The wind on my skin, so sweet and soft
so tender and cooling, extraordinarily nice

I tried to smell, feel, hear and see
All at the same time, simultaneously
But this was really much easier said than done
When I looked and listened, the smell was gone

Focusing on smell and the breeze from the skies
gave me the sudden strong urge to close my eyes
I tried again and again to absorb the senses of the sea
And what was first two, became soon a wonderful three.

After some time I finally could sense all four
It felt like being one with the sea in my core
I felt and smelled and heard and saw
It really had me standing there in awe

I licked my lips and guess what...
I could taste some of the sea’s salt