The Ocean Bells

It is before dawn the sun is still in bed at the shore end the sky lightens up and the sun pops out again. The seagull looks docile water remains placid the girl stands there, her curly brown hair in a cool ocean breeze. It is skin dip hot the noon wears no cap after a glass of ale I take a fizzy nap. Water is warm now sand turns white to grey that seagull remains there waiting for his prey. Evening falls slow the sun starts packing down a lonely dolphin, off shore, flaps back to her town. the sky looks foamy light changes its hue a series of blurred visions, like Monet’s Impressions hover on soft blue. The night hops it's all deep dark only a lighthouse blinks at a distant far. I look up to heaven I want to see her face the ocean bells, a tiny magic spell shuts my eyes close I lie down on St.Pete bay my memory fades away and the ocean allures me again.