It is quite balmy here by the bay
dally I may and sand I play
cuddling and puddling into a grainy muddling,
I fray away - in this, a golden day.

The scorching sky-ball rays bequeath
a vermilion wreath on my bones' sheath
doth it burns and churns yet how lovely the terns
whom glance beneath - ruby-me they seeth.

The Gulls flock in a white lustre
within a cluster paced muster
though in such rank, a gap is manque and in that flank
without fluster - I desire to soar in bluster.

To fly amidst the cloudy haze
in fluffed graze and twilight maize
would release the strain and reign of the pain;
from my darkest daze - into the briny bays.

Let tokens of a lost love seep
into the deep where I canst weep
and remnants of swill be fed to Brill by powering will
as such creatures keep - secrets asleep.

Sea currents drift my melted plume
cleansing a hearted tomb of gloom
of broken Sherds whilst girds the birds
fashioning in loom - as I soak in spume.

In praise to the salt queen I exalt a moan
taking in loan a swig from the throne
she clings and stings but I adore summer flings
returning in prone - the blend with my own.

Stumbling now to a neighbouring dune
I swoon and reflect in boon
that sorrow from Algea I borrow, can wait the morrow
wild wraiths be hewn - by this remedial tune.

How illuminate! This majestic bay
where dreams pray and verily splay
that waves of oceans bring notions of emotions;
from burdens' weigh - one escapes by the bay!