the waters edge
is where i stand
feet sinking slowly
in the golden sand
water is ice in a
white lace hand
salty tears from
a far off land
sun is bright
and warm is air
breeze is light
just ruffling hair
off in deeper places
dolphins play and
win races against
the curling waves
surfers sit awaiting
water graces before
leaping walking on
surf and slimline pieces
of wood and fibro foam
artfully worked into boards
of about three paces
whales swim along
the water roads
occasionally
showing age old faces
and fins and tails
in the dance of ages
birds fly high
on wind planes
dipping and diving
in order to gain
greater speed
better angles
to spear down into
water tangles
coming up with
dinner or not
spreading wings
again seeking the aloft
at waters edge
where i stand
mountians have been
broken down into sand
horizons quiver in the sun
somewhere day is starting
somewhere day is done
and still the waves seek the shore
and still the water always wants more
Sep 1, 2017
Sep 1, 2017 at 8:48 PM UTC
the waters edge
is where i stand
feet sinking slowly
in the golden sand
water is ice in a
white lace hand
salty tears from
a far off land
sun is bright
and warm is air
breeze is light
just ruffling hair
off in deeper places
dolphins play and
win races against
the curling waves
surfers sit awaiting
water graces before
leaping walking on
surf and slimline pieces
of wood and fibro foam
artfully worked into boards
of about three paces
whales swim along
the water roads
occasionally
showing age old faces
and fins and tails
in the dance of ages
birds fly high
on wind planes
dipping and diving
in order to gain
greater speed
better angles
to spear down into
water tangles
coming up with
dinner or not
spreading wings
again seeking the aloft
at waters edge
where i stand
mountians have been
broken down into sand
horizons quiver in the sun
somewhere day is starting
somewhere day is done
and still the waves seek the shore
and still the water always wants more
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