Early morning sun
begins to wake up
Arm reaching yawn
splintered beams of light
stretch across
the horizon
While a lazy lapping
of the tide
comes and goes
repeating a pattern
in perfect sync
with the pull
of the moon,
as it faithfully
orbits the earth
Off in the distance
a curved line
remains a constant
just outside of the rim
old and faithful
field of vision;
a focal point for reference
some things remain eternal
- Sand and sea
echo one another
with peaceful chatter
Soothing vibration
to an often bruised
and battered mind
in search of a safe haven,
if only for short
periods of time
Refreshing the core
senses and humanity,
as the day to day
chip away at even those
more saintly in spirit;
wresting with their
own moral compass
The tempest shifts
across the shore
Dancing fools shutter
pulling their collars up
A protective shield
from the perfection
of a storm brewing
off in the distant future
Weather-vane continues
to point due north
regardless of which
way the tides turn
or the winds blow...
- Sand and sea
echo one another
with peaceful chatter
Soothing vibration
to an often bruised
and battered mind
in search of a safe haven
if only for short
periods of time...
© 2015 TrilbyYates
begins to wake up
Arm reaching yawn
splintered beams of light
stretch across
the horizon
While a lazy lapping
of the tide
comes and goes
repeating a pattern
in perfect sync
with the pull
of the moon,
as it faithfully
orbits the earth
Off in the distance
a curved line
remains a constant
just outside of the rim
old and faithful
field of vision;
a focal point for reference
some things remain eternal
- Sand and sea
echo one another
with peaceful chatter
Soothing vibration
to an often bruised
and battered mind
in search of a safe haven,
if only for short
periods of time
Refreshing the core
senses and humanity,
as the day to day
chip away at even those
more saintly in spirit;
wresting with their
own moral compass
The tempest shifts
across the shore
Dancing fools shutter
pulling their collars up
A protective shield
from the perfection
of a storm brewing
off in the distant future
Weather-vane continues
to point due north
regardless of which
way the tides turn
or the winds blow...
- Sand and sea
echo one another
with peaceful chatter
Soothing vibration
to an often bruised
and battered mind
in search of a safe haven
if only for short
periods of time...
© 2015 TrilbyYates
