Golden Coast

I. He also sees eyes that sparkle off the golden coast readily as the weight of the sea, who with her pounding fist rolls the beach flat and erases the footprints. Who steals the light and places it on the crests of waves? Is she the Atlas who holds my sky on her shoulders? Were she to shrug it off, would it not fall and crush my world below? II. She also sees eyes that sparkle off the golden coast readily as the weight of the sea, who with her arms brings life to the shore and sweeps the dead into her undertow.