Blue and grey met up one day
in the middle of the ocean
They had a meeting with the waves
and questioned the commotion.
Why the big splash?
Will there be any more?
They watch as white horses
gallop and race to the shore.
The white horses (the waves) of the sea
gather speed, froth salt and foam
rolling, dancing to and fro as they
race to the finish line at their home.
Cascading over barriers
peeling flesh to the absolute core
Wild, pure white horses sprinkle their faith
as they graze on their prize at the shore.