Until the Next Call

"until the next call" with each soft breeze the ocean waits for me it knows I honor all of her being about crashing waves as eagles fly I walk along the shore collecting treasure richness that could only be found along golden sands whether high upon rocks or at low tides nothing could be finer gazing at the far and wide while basking in sunlight reflections secrets are told while secrets are kept each time wonder continues to grow until the next call she remains etched in my mind SkyWatcher 08-06-18