With moonlight, I pace… a quiet repose
That gazing far out across a wind-tossed sea
Ringlets of tides beckon me, quietly.
The billow of a shoreline lifts my toes
As I in solace view the edge of bends
While current turns from curls to downtrends
To pursue a soul torn, sandblast on woes,
A throbbing the crest rinses like a salve
In rolls of tears, breaths…salty mist foregoes
My whimper exhaling on ripples that heal;
And dissolves into froth upon waves of zeal.
The burden released, heart of sea bestows
One final lap where new dewdrops spill
Beyond the high rise of seawind’s goodwill.
Heart Of The Sea Contest: Poetess Darkly