A COMMUNION

The feeling cannot be described. 
You are sitting with legs stretched on a sea shore,
with no one but you,
with the sea air brushing past your hair 
and the sea water creating mist of sprinkles in your eyes,
the small tiny droplets causing pleasant coolness.
And you sit there with no one but you. 
But there is a feeling of a presence even in the absence. 
Like a friend, who says no word but only listens...
Listens to words unsaid,
Listens to the sorrow behind the smile...happiness.
A relieved feeling of the presence even in the absence.
A communion. 
And you sit there with no one but YOU.