Ocean Waves

Ocean waves lapping at the shores din pulling sands out then back in, a regurgitated rush of foam raised high whispered crushings in the winds that die undulating balm that soothes, yet terrifies a distant mighty restless pang in locomotion defied called in to rinse and wash the shore the grit of sand and stone under scored, a flux of clamshell remnants broken cracked and severed in then breaker surf awoken out to the depths in ebb and flow essence a slave of moonglow crescents, quarter, half full, and full round it shows where all the ocean blue tidal crests flow.