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.
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