Reflections (part 2)

I wander long the ocean shore
and my feet leave barely an imprint behind
I wonder if that is my destiny
to walk this earth an unknown phantom
and the little that I leave behind
to be washed away by the waves.

They scarcely wet my feet
as if
they dare touch me only with
their fingertips of foam.

My footfalls are a constant trail,
so light their outline scarcely visible
and I wonder where they lead, if they will be found,
and,
who will follow them?

My trail is an endless journey
that I am still traveling
I look down and imagine footprints,
deeper and wider,
next to mine;
and I wonder if
they ever will
be there;

and if they are;

will they walk with me...

to the ocean's end?