Sand Canvas | moments
Sand Canvas
Delila Bevan Zavadsky
The sea foam exhales
A fine mist across the horizon
The sand is lit up in hues of
Balmy blues and pearly pinks
Froth spills onto the shore
like the rim of an oyster
You walk slightly in front of me
Your voice carried on the wind
I watch as water rushes forward
To steal your footsteps
By night the tide will erase
Any traces of the day washing
Free embedded sorrows and frets
And offering up a blank canvas for us
To love and dream upon
With the rising sun
WORDS: DELILA BEVAN ZAVADSKY
PHOTOGRAPHY: ISOBEL OWERS
CREATIVE DIRECTORS: CONSTANCE ALLAN & SARAH RAMANTANIS
CREATIVE DIRECTORS: CONSTANCE ALLAN & SARAH RAMANTANIS