Waves

Spiritual poem of the sea

Waves

Another wave is climbing
so gently up the shore,
it whispers ever softly
like those that came before.

The tide is rising higher,
releasing painted shells
as I sit beside the fire,
enchanted by the swells.

The ocean sands are shifting
like pebbles in a stream,
the tiny granules gliding
beneath a cold moonbeam.

The sea will hide her treasure
as nature makes her stand,
all taken in the measure
as night falls oer' the land.