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Sea Bride

Across the white sand waters
meld of teal and turquoise hue,
in sunlight, emerald facets, 
in shadow, grays of blue,
first breaking light of heaven,
tinted sky in tones of shell,
dancing lights, pearl pink and saffron,
fleck the bosom of the swell.
On waves of crisper coral
the majestic sun ship sails,
bright bride aflame in glory
blushed beneath her misty veils.
Such beauty blinds my vision;
my gaze is downward drawn
to vanilla foam soft swirling
in the footprints of the dawn.


Copyright, April 16, 2014

Copyright © Faye Gibson | Year Posted 2014

Details | Free verse | |

Death Tolls

The atmosphere rings with the bell like calls
of the plover flock, long before they are spotted.
The flight herringbones a grey fedora sky.
Markings of white and coal black weave,
wing-stitched, a blanket maker’s dream.

Sigh makers 	they close on the beach 
at high tide, the horizon shivers      the
sand blanches. These ravishing scavengers
light on the tattered edge of wet to dry,
dawdling with the dead.

Plovers are diminutive scroungers, one-legged
dancers, hopping to the pull of tide, dining on
crab-eggs in black-tie and feathered tails, their
gray skull caps lined with a black brow. 
Sparrow-small birds dress to the nines. 
 
A feast for the birds, fall crisps, crab moltings,
go on for endless miles. September is beginning
and soon winged ones will fly to sunny shores.
The cold Atlantic will moan for the loss of music,
the unstitched sky will part. The avian choir is off 
to the mud flats of Carolina. 


First Published Eunoia Review January 2015

Copyright © Debbie Guzzi | Year Posted 2015

Details | Free verse | |

Love At James Bond Beach

Making Love In Jamaica At The Iconic James Bond Beach It is a sun splashed day;  the air is silent with the sound of waves  the ocean is moving to the rhythm of crying gulls.  The fine white sand underneath our feet is warm. The crashing waters from a small wind sculpted waterfall swims  into the arms of its mother sea. It is a private beach at a spot in the world  where the Caribbean Sea and the Atlantic Ocean meld. It is a wanting sensation of hot then cold, that teases the senses. The beach is deserted it is only me and the love of my life.  The golden rays of light from the bright morning star  lives in the flow of her platinum blond hair.  In her eyes I can see the bright clear ocean,  with a piercing love glare that beckons me.  Her red lips, her light drenched skin glows  with the beauty of this perfect Jamaican day. Without a thought I grab the back of her head,  jerking my lover's whole body towards me  locking her in the strength of my grasp  inviting her to quench my desire. I bite her lips before engaging in a deep passionate kiss  remove her barely there bikini from her statuesque figure. She embraces me as I lift her in my arms  naked for all the Gods to observe.  I set her down under the refreshing flow of the rushing waterfall.  She attempts to pull at me, but I deny her, hold back both her arms and use my mouth  to suckle her, all the time absorbing the beating waters  that kneads my flesh like so much dough. Suddenly I set her free.  She pounces  like a lioness  a lioness in heat  famished  for the taste of flesh. The world dissappears  I find myself willingly trapped in a void of marvel. Nature's voice conducts  an orchestra of emotions. We writhe in the ecstasy of touch as a series of divine strokes finger paints portraits of rapture.  We dance slow to the precise notes  of a symphony of love into the arms of serenity. In one fluid movement our bodies become one. There is no end to the flavors we consume. Cooling waters flame our sins.  We explode like a building imploding gracefully to the roar of a white sound. Finally we pass out  naked, locked in each others arms.  When we awaken we find ourselves lying on  the fine white sand beach. Tattooed  in the telling shades  of a Jamaican suntan. 02~11~2014 Sponsor: Justin Bordner Contest Name: Make Love To Me In That Ancient Place

Copyright © Maurice Yvonne | Year Posted 2014

Details | Dramatic Verse | |

the day you flew to Heaven


           We knew , it was if a moment stopped in time 
              hearing the news before most of the World did
           He loved to fly his plane from Colorado to Monterey Bay
           He was a avid golfer at Pebble Beach respected 

           He had loves and passions from many places 
           deciding to fly low through the overcast red sunset
            Not only did he love music and inspire all 
            He loved his Plane , he will always remain a beautiful Soul

              The next day it was confirmed ..all saddened 
             It was John Denver's plane that went down
             Today in Pacific Grove stands the Memorial 
             So Kiss me and smile for me we will ~
              always in loving memory 
               OH babe ,  do we hate you go ~    
                            
    

         Inspired by ; contest in Music and Loss of an Artist
                   "Leaving on a Jet Plane "
             

Copyright © Shanity Rain | Year Posted 2013

Details | Narrative | |

By The Ocean

Laying here staring out across the ocean,
listening to the sound of waves roaring,
gazing up at all of the glimmering stars,
lighting up the sea like a dance floor.

Counting stars as blessings life has given me,
thanking God for each and everyone of them,
so relaxing just lying next to the shore lines,
trying to draw in the last bits of the night.

The full moon shining ever so brightly now,
and the waves calm down to a gentle splash,
a light breeze pushes softly against my skin,
I grab my sweater and drape it around me,
as I go to leave I stop and turn around,
just to admire the ocean one last time.

Copyright © Rachel Trine | Year Posted 2015

Details | Haiku | |

crimson tide

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                                    pink gulls of twilight

                                            circle the hidden cove...

                                                    sand between our toes




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Copyright © Carrie Richards | Year Posted 2013

Details | Rhyme | |

Hawaiian Winds

The humid Hawaiian heat hobbles my head and heart too,
Hitting as the Humvee high-tails past on the highway, 
Sweat seeps steadily south from scalp to shoes
Convection current cooking, keep pedaling, pores crying.

Howling Haleakala Headwinds hammer hard, 
Freezing face, fingers, and forehead.
Wistfully watching the warm water Westward;
Blasting breeze’s blows batter my body backward.

Soft saline sea spray spritzes the sunbathers
As the surges' steady smashing against the shore 
Rhythmically rocks the run-down revelers 
to a sweet, sun-kissed, seaside sleep once more.

For Elements Part 2—Wind Contest (First Place)
Sponsored by Brian Davey
Judged 3/29/16

Copyright © Tom Quigley | Year Posted 2016

Details | Free verse | |

A Starry Shade of Night

Love forever eludes me perhaps because it flies on angelic wings
And yet my earth bound body is beneath the weight of gravity
Its like following a rainbow to an end I'll never see
Or like chasing the horizon as it falls away from me
Will I ever find that pot of gold and embrace a warm sunset
With my heart on sandy shores beneath a sky I won't forget
To become envious of the moon as it illuminates her face
Gently dancing across her skin as it adorns with utter grace
Then inhale the scent of beauty as her lips press next to mine
As I watch the midnight sky reflect inside her radiant eyes
                and in her starry shade 
              Of dim and solitary loveliness
           I learn’d the language of another world
         That I found deeply within one kiss

                                       ~ JJF ~

Delphinus stars 
~Lord Byrons Manfred~

Copyright © Jesse James Forster | Year Posted 2014

Details | Light Poetry | |

Moonrise

 A moonrise over the bluff
 the earth is alive
 showing off her beauty in a ray of colors
 As the waves roll in hitting the sandy shore
 there's no place you would rather be
 a perfect moment in a perfect place
 nothing but you & the sea
 & as the 
 earthly winds whisper along your face
 you feel the freedom wash along your feet
 a moonrise captured 
 sitting so high 
 you thank the universe your alive..
 

Inspired by a photo taken at a beach where I grew up.

Copyright © kerry singleton | Year Posted 2013

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Hope

Don't rush to wash off the sea salt 
drying on your skin;
the hopes it carries from other oceans,
those remain yet to be seen.

Copyright © A.O. Taner | Year Posted 2016

Details | Quatern | |

Hold a Seashell to Your Ear

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Hold a seashell to your ear...
Rest upon it's tranquil tide,
breathe it's calming breezes here,
bring it's subtle strength inside.

If you yearn for former times,
hold a seashell to your ear,
you'll return to warmer climes
and the ease of yesteryear.

When you sense a tempest near,
if you would decrease the din,
hold a seashell to your ear,
find a bit of peace therein.
  
Even now, as squalls move in,
you'll recall when skies were clear
if you, as rain falls again,
hold a seashell to your ear...

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Copyright © Lycia Harding | Year Posted 2016

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Regeneration

My seeking self desires revival by the water's purpose. 
The whistling winds arise, wrinkling the salty surface. 

I escape impulsively, rushing to fall upon the sliding sand. 
Slowly, I breathe in the breezes flowing across the land. 

My broken soul from familiar frustration awaits the cue,
while my mortality capitulates within the mystical blue. 

Whirls of water ripple and swell into an elaborate art. 
Splashing sensations rupture my developed pain apart. 

Whispering waves enchant me to release emotions.
Conflicts I endure, while my human aura seeps into ocean.

Wild energy rises as waves which soar before me.
My beating blood throbs as my spirit proclaims it's free.

Wraiths of steam rise to the hierarchy heavens for peace.
My soothed spirit relaxes as I watch the tides release.

I crave freedom from sublime patterns of simple pleasure.
After I consult water overture, I appreciate the treasure.

Copyright © Chantelle Anne Cooke | Year Posted 2016

Details | Rhyme | |

The Deep Ocean Floor

Beginning with the gift of my first breath
On an island by the sea
Mother Ocean’s been a constant friend 
And companion next to me. 

From sandy beaches I once strode, searching
For shells washed up on shore;
From down in the depths where creatures crept
And I listened to the roar. 

Of foamy waves that splashed and bathed
My sun-tanned skin and bones -
Washing away those youthful days 
Near the refuge I called home. 

Before following winds that captured me then
Like a pirate in search of new treasure - 
Beyond the horizon where the sun sets and rises  
Uncharted, untethered, unmeasured. 

Miles beyond miles and years beyond years
Mother Ocean’s been my only domain – 
On ships that sailed and in times I failed
She’s always known my name. 

From St. Croix to the South Pacific,
Martinique to the River Nile – 
She’s been there when no one else cared
Turning rivers of tears into smiles. 

She’s been around throughout all that I found,
Love, hate and ruins of old – 
Ancient remains of cites and graves
Of names and faces unknown. 

Except to the Maker, the Giver, the Taker
Of all from stardust to dreams – 
Including this ocean and Her magical potion 
From now ‘till the end of all things.  

While now here I rest where white waves crest 
Caressing my mind once more – 
Listening to Her breeze whispering to me:
“Come down to my deep ocean floor.”    

Copyright © Terrell Martin | Year Posted 2013

Details | Couplet | |

Beachside Food and Drink Slinks

A is for algae, red, green, blue cells, soaking up sun, sliming teeth 
B is for bacterial mat, clumping underneath, earliest born, never asleep

C is for coral reef, the place we all find cover or the sand parrotfish chew and release
D is for diatom, all seeded calcium, all float free, all denizens barely seen

E is for eelgrass, nursery meadows of the anchovy, and other browsers of green 
F is for fan worm, filter feeder like a flower, 8000 species on which fish feed

G is for giant kelp, floating on bladders of air they’re forests of cold waters clean
H is for helmet, the royalty of snails who protect our feet, queen, emperor, king

I is for isopod, the chameleon crustacean, they color match what they eat
J is for jellyball, or cannonball jellyfish, not upside down or moon, avoid their heat

K is for keyhole limpet, favorite food of ochre stars, will erect its own wall
L is for laver, the sea lettuce of nori, it swirls red skirt as ocean falls

M is for mermaid’s purse, the sack of the skate whose yolk keeps them alive
N is for nerite, the prisoner striped snail of the rocky zone as numerous as a hive

O is for oyster drills, the snails that slurp oysters and use them to lay eggs
P is for pleurobranch, a sea slug answer for oranges, with one active leg

Q is for quahog, the bivalve seaman who can survive eating the mud
R is for rove beetle, the one waiting to snatch the unwary beach hopper for good

S is for saxitoxin, those red tides produced by mating that can paralyze humans
T is for tubular sponge, they squish, bore and encrust as space lends

U is for urchin, those spiny skinned balls, no eyes or noses but dig food in sand 
V is for Venus, Music Volutes dined or Vampire Squids skimming along land

W is for whelk, not the musically inclined, but the slow moving snail in a shell
X is for X and a half, the six rayed star, hungry for anything on the half shell

Y is for yucca, blooming on the beach, they bloom nice and tolerate the sand
Z is for Zostera marinara, the address of eel grass when they're feeling grand

All of this green life is what crunches, stinks, dries and slips underfoot
The rest that find the housing and dining compatible means someone’s on the look.

Copyright © Sheri Fresonke Harper | Year Posted 2013

Details | Haiku | |

Ocean Breeze


loose tumbling sea breeze
sets waves of tense limbs free –
empty beach chairs


For SKAT's Picture Perfect 2 Contest

Copyright © Rhonda Johnson-Saunders | Year Posted 2015

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I See Your Face in the Ocean

From this rocky height 
In the morning light,
Everything I see 
Reminds me of Your love;
Seagulls, as they cry
Like the angels fly
By the restless sea
Or in the skies above.

Waves crash far below,
Droplets fall like snow;
Everywhere I look
Reminds me of Your grace:
Colors bloom and fade,
Everything You've made
Like an open book
Reveals Your hidden face.

Brighter than the sun,
Deeper than the sea;
You're the only One
That means the world to me:
Stronger than the waves,
Firmer than this stone;
You're the One who saves,
Lord, You, and You alone.

Higher than the sky,
Far spread as the winds;
Lord, You chose to die
To save me from my sins:
Faithful as the tide
And the break of day;
Always by my side,
Remain there, Lord, I pray.

Copyright © Isaiah Zerbst | Year Posted 2014

Details | Sonnet | |

A Day at the Beach

Imagine sitting in the sand at the beach,
The sand between your toes and just close 
enough where the water can reach.
The sand is wet and a little cold,
You look out at the clear blue sky you see the 
sun shining like a piece of gold.
You see dolphins jumping in the distance,
Glad that they're apart of existence.
You see a flock of seagulls soar,
You lay back and close your eyes listening to
 the waves crashing onto the shore.
Smelling the salty water and the sun hitting 
your skin,
The warm and comfort you feel within.
You hear kids as they laugh and play,
Smiling because today was a great day.

        May 04, 2014
~ The One and Only~

Copyright © Pamela Bland | Year Posted 2014

Details | Tanka | |

Beach Park Tanka


Blue ocean vistas
Rainforest encroaches down
Tree roots over stone
Vines reach, wind, twine and climb
Clutching trees that cradle them

Burleigh Heads beach path
Pandanus groves, mangroves
Strange variety
Spiky bushes, towering trees
Tiny flowers underfoot

Raggy  paperbarks,
Log bridge, white sand, shallow creek
Invisible birds give song
Each day travel the same path
Only to find it diff’rent.

Copyright © Suzanne Delaney | Year Posted 2014

Details | ABC | |

Home is Where the Ocean Is

Summer is here once again.
The breeze is warm,
I smell salt on the wind.
The same sandy beach between my toes,
The same waters I learned to swim.
Sun burn on my nose,
To the Ocean I dive in.
I submerse myself in the waters of the Atlantic
Warmer than the West Coast Thankfully
Cold, I simply cannot handle it!
Further out I paddle faithfully,
For my mother ocean to keep me sane,
this is my therapy,
to soothe this migraine.
This place gives me energy,
a weakness with a name.
Pleasure Island, NC.
A place hidden with fortunes
and undiscovered fame.
Never could I stray from the ocean
my passions would never be fulfilled
and I would never be the same.


Dedicated to my Dad on Father's Day 2013
The man who introduced me to the ocean and educated me about it and gave me reason to love appreciate and respect it.

Copyright © Andrea Rose | Year Posted 2013

Details | I do not know? | |

The Beach of Promises

The Beach of Promises


1.


Fingers entwined, barely touching,
turquoise waters teasing your dancing toes,

strolling along that serene deserted beach,
our promised dreams within aching reach.


2.


Hands clasped, holding on,
sea-breezes tickling the nape of your neck,

walking together, alone, vowing to never breach,
the dreams dreamed on that faraway velvet beach.


3.


Hands in my pockets, alone,
traces of you linger, teasing,

lost in my scribbles, your memory fading out of reach,

my thoughts ablaze, now and then,
catching a whiff of your fragrance,

wafting through alleyways of nostalgia,
your hand in mine on our pristine beach.



Copyright © Scribbler Of Verses | Year Posted 2013

Details | Ode | |

The Ocean

My heart sleeps by the Ocean.. Give me beach therapy please..
When all this world's troubles come upon me.. just let me dip my feet in the sea..
I don't ask for much just a little sand between my toes 
Enough to make this ole girl go ooohhh lala and away she goes.. 
When it's time for me to return back to reality.. 
I'll just stay here a little longer living in Peace you see.. 
Because the sand, the waves, the pure blue, green water is where I long to be.. 
Nothing can take place of living at the beach in splendid harmony..
Walking with Jesus is where I'll be living in serenity.. 
Talking to him about all the things I see.. 
Just pouring out my heart to him makes me feel free.. 
I want look back at all the things I left behind
because they want matter to me this time..
I'm on the beach you see where life is happy as can be..
Just to feel the wind upon my face as those waves come in it makes my heart race.. 
Ahh the feeling is so grand all the stress of life there's not a strand.. 
Ohh my see that beach over there that's it that's the place God gave to me, 
My my look at it glow.. More beautiful than a diamond in a bridal show.. 
I found my home where I belong.. 
Now I can finally sing my greatest song..

Copyright © Rose Stephens | Year Posted 2015

Details | Free verse | |

Tsunami

Blazing hot sweats rolled down my back,
A cloudless sky was at reach from my palm’s view,
My eyes centered on the sun as it stood above my head.
Summer’s end sneaked around the corner,
But its endless heat
Fooled me to think it would never cease.
 
Milky sand grains covered my toes,
Beach balls rolled back n’ forth,
Children’s castle were made and later destroyed,
Clear waters waved in my thoughts.
It was suppose to be a beautiful day
And until that moment, indeed it was.
 
The moment the earth shook, 
Loud voices suddenly began to rise
And Footsteps tumbled the ground,
I looked around
Right, left, up, down,
Where had the commotion come from?
 
The sun blinded me from the truth,
When the photons in my eyes reassembled the image,
A shock traveled to my heart
Making it pump furiously in my chest.
 
A desert ahead of me laid,
Content faces had ran from my presence,
The air dragged my body forward,
The ocean rapidly seemed to disappear.
I looked upon the never ending horizon
And its line had ascended greatly.
 
In that moment,
I refused to run like all the others,
I refused to avoid its magnificent moves.
The winds pushed me backwards with a tremendous force,
Sprinkles of icy water splashed against my skin,
A great calamity I was bound to face.
 
Shadows covered the surface of my dread,
An enormous wall of wetness surrounded me.
And with a blink, I was no longer visible to the eyes of men,
Not even God could spot me from the heavens above.
 
I gasped for air in the salty waters of the ocean,
But there was none to be found,
And with that last thought in mind
I drowned myself in its eternal beauty.

Copyright © Pablo Silva | Year Posted 2013

Details | Blank verse | |

THE OLD PIER

The Old Pier  (a picture poem)

beneath the boundary layer of air and sea
twirling vortexes of frenzied waters 
incessantly corrode 
the aging pillars below

the ravaged tired timbers emit 
anguished unholy screeching sounds
as ocean swirls beat non stop in and about
worn out planks attached beneath  
the weathered decking 

the riddled concrete sideling emerges 
perplexed and whistles out its
protestations in echoes heard
across the raging tide.

in the bottoms underflow snail infested 
warped planks buffer incursions of countless 
schools of rabid predators that attack,
conquer, and devour unsuspecting aquatic prey. 

above fishermen pray to the sea gods
to hook their water worn lines and capture
in songs of surrender the call of 
a waiting bucket. 

in timed release, ancient messages splash upon
silicon sharpened shores that resonate the sounds 
of strident hungry seagulls 
rummaging for their next meal.

wave upon wave of scattered foam wash over
brash crayoned streaks of blue and green hews 
that seem to melt across and blend into 
a continuous pallet of assorted colors.

at the same time the formidable forces 
of untamed waters compete 
in their final rush to win 
the race to land's end. 


C.A.K.  2-21-2013

Copyright © Allan Koven | Year Posted 2013

Details | Quatrain | |

Out of Water


Here on the shore, no voices spoil 
my peaceful time of early morn.
He comes to beckon where sands roil 
on pristine beach as tides are born.
I call to calm the wind and sea
with victory of a rising sun.
Stirring the silence, he waits for me
to wash in waves before days done.
He guides me to his ocean deep
where blues and greens blend holding hands.
We laugh and watch the dolphins leap.
Then dive to rest on silky sand.
There on the ocean floor, I leave
my every worry, stress and care.
We rise to surface where we weave
our hopes and dreams, tomorrows shared. 
Caressing salted skin, we sleep
here on the shore, no voices spoil.   
Then out of water, blue oceans weep;
waves crash with dreams where harsh sands roil.




Copyright © Rhonda Johnson-Saunders | Year Posted 2015

Details | Alliteration | |

Ocean Dreams

Seagulls chortle on seaside,
while families float like feathers
upon silky sand.

Ocean releases heavy blue
upon captivating curves of coastline. 
Mist rises.

Golden sun glows. 
Tides stretch white tipped branches,
wearing ornaments of light.

Wild waves weave together 
like wishful lovers.
Unity understood is powerful. 
.
Floating logs are nature's love letters
of proud timber
lost to technology, time or storm.

Sailboats slide over swells,
for they are ocean's tipping hats
to solitude and soul.

Sunset seeps like molten lava,
melting into midnight blues.
Restless colors reach as day's final rays.

Full moon beats as a pearl heart
against night's lungs.
Stars flutter as butterflies above soft sea.

A sigh drifts by as a simple cloud.
Lighthouses glint and gleam,
through gentle winds.

June 10th 2007

Copyright © Chantelle Anne Cooke | Year Posted 2016

Details | Shape | |

Waves

Poet:  Ken Jordan
Poem:  Waves
Edited by:  Sparkle Jordan 
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Copyright © Ken Jordan | Year Posted 2015

Details | Quintain (English) | |

The Wild Ocean

I do look at the ocean with longing
I have often seen that mass of water, ever since I was a child
I live, after all, on an island surrounded on all sides by a salty spring
Yet, now, looking at it, I do feel a sudden rush, it makes me wild
Looking at it, I do believe I am but the ocean's child

I wish I could build my own boat
A small one, with strength and resistance
On it, towards the world's limits, I would float
From Greece to Egypt, from India to France
A boat of strength, on it I would float, going where it wills, in good abidance !

Maybe I would find the king of mermaids
Maybe I would find the lost city of Atlantis
Why, maybe I would even find the world's most wanted caids
Why, my boat, my dream boat, it shall take me to my own Adonis
Yes, looking at the sea, I dream of mermaids, of a bold lover, in all, of peace!

Copyright © Anoucheka Gangabissoon | Year Posted 2015

Details | Sonnet | |

Time to book a holiday

It's time to book a holiday
Where we'll go I cannot say
A beach resort, or bush retreat
Maybe a chalet cosy, sweet

Maybe somewhere across the seas
In Bali they tell me "life's a breeze"
Somewhere I haven't been before
Same, same, it can be a bore

Now I know, I have a plan
Perhaps I'll take a pin in hand
Stick it somewhere on a map
This could do the trick may haps

But I want to go somewhere
Just anywhere I just don't care

Copyright © Vera Duggan | Year Posted 2015

Details | Haiku | |

Surf Therapy

Mother Ocean please
Send me waves of such beauty
I need Therapy


Dedicated to my Dad on Father's Day 2013
The man who introduced me to the ocean and educated me about it and gave me reason to love appreciate and respect it.

Copyright © Andrea Rose | Year Posted 2013

Details | Concrete | |

Everlasting Sunset

Here I stand
at the edge
of night
the scent of
roses and sweet nectar
fills the air
the moon and stars
sparkle and shine
with such radiance and beauty 
the ocean so full
of life rages
as a gentle breeze
begins to blow
as the stars
sparkle down
to the shimmering ocean
with the scent of
cherry blossoms
as the night
melts into the dawn

Copyright © Jen Copeland | Year Posted 2015