Time of Freedom

Tides of wind swept the coral ocean of my dress,
millions of pins in my hair feeling distress.
I'd heard the calls behind me to slow down,
all i left were my prints on the ground.
I met the waves on shore as I gasped for air,
my lungs were closing but i'd met my heart there.
A panorama streamed beyond of fuschia and gray,
i stood by while my yearning eyes begged them to stay.
Only I understood my flight to the end of the world,
running down a beach to a sunset, a foolish girl.