Perched on top a sandcastle,
A ghost who rules the night.
In armour pale as soft moonshine,
And brandished sword of might.

From his high keep, he clambers down —
The shore his dark domain.
He stalks the tide’s retreating edge,
For spoils soon to be slain.

The scent of brine and drifting ****
Rides on the midnight air;
Now darting forth to strike his prey,
Swift-footed, keen, aware.

With sharpened blade, he rends the flesh —
His kingdom’s tribute claimed.
And casts aside the rest to rot,
Now that his hunger’s tamed.

Then strikes his armour with his sword —
It rings along the shore,
A haunting drum designed to fright
Subjects still seeking war.

Assured now that his realm is safe,
Sword sheathed with grim command,
He scuttles back to his fortress,
Across the warming sand.

The eastern sky grows light with fire;
The moon begins to fade.
The surf now hums a softer hymn,
The stars slip into shade.

He yields his crown to morning’s glow,
And burrows in his keep,
Where muffled tides and cooling walls
Enfold their king in sleep.

Somewhere beside a rocky shore,
A sea so deeply blue,
Sparkling like sapphires and diamonds in the light.

Somewhere in another world,
A little piece of my soul
Paints an olive tree.

Somewhere beyond the inland confines,
The wind is free,
The rocky cliffs wild and imposing,
As heavy oil paints the canvas,
Dappled green and yellow.

Somewhere in Greece,
My heart is free,
Where worlds build underneath my steady strokes,
And the brush an extension of my being.

a Proustian quest for original wonder gets illuminated among pine, olive, palm trees
the eye needs delicacy and moderation to grasp the breeze of thoughts
is it the soul or an architect of joy who blends the harmonies in a pointilist smile on my face
an atmospheric fluidity in my hands between land, sea and light

I closed my eyes to the ocean of your eyes,
only to open them
to the drought of your absence.

i am a piece of broken glass lost at sea,
i am sharp; quick; clean; unforeseen
i am slowly ground down into the sand—
softer and softer i go in its hand
i drift slowly nearer to the humans' humble abode
until i wash ashore uncovered, i groan,
i am stuck in the land of the living
sea glass is nothing more than what humans are giving,
i am a piece of sea glass in his collection
when he found me? i have no recollection
he is me and i am him,
people have no clue that he is my victim.

I am the ocean, some call me the sea
I have many names in different languages
I  was one of the first things to be created
Life upon earth began inside of me

I have been around for so long, I have lost track
Of how many millions of years or even billions of years
Many creatures were born and lived inside of me
So many are lost forever, never to be seen

Man has been fascinated by my might and power
He has travelled upon my back to far-off lands
And if I am in an angry mood, I drag all
Who rides on my back into my belly, deep down

I was there before the land was created, long before
I can swallow all of the land, ask the ones inside of me
I am not an angry, menacing monster, please note
I am the sea, a massive collection of all the waters

When the river empties itself into me, it trembles
Water is like me, but my mighr terrifies it
Yet the river knows there is no turning back
It empties itself into me and becomes a part of me

meteorite radiates  z o o o m m i n g  
crashes onto
Three Anchor Bay turquoise
sky dust onto beach white grains
winds sweep cobbled paths profane
a fetus acquires solitary soul lost
womb enlarges posting veins
shine baby blessed shine divine
observation work is thine

platinum pressure paintbrushes
dove hands devilish articulate
Scythian lifetimes past remembered
fast forward ferrolic clocks spun in head
read write and arithmetic dread
chemical interactions drool squiggles
bathe chuckle study laboratory sniggles
grow compete win defeat cry cameos dead
songs atmospheric to be sung, give up dread

pick Robertson berries drink rare ruby wine
justice jugulars delicately combine
smashing glass, meteorite sits silent under
eyelids pink presence fine
explores inner Canaan cobweb caves galore
climbing pineal heights to evolutionary delight  
seer sight ~ peel, poetic heal a temporary deal
before lissom living long there will be no chemical chasing ding-dongs to skip
or stormy interactions to dip acid slips
merely alkaline planetary victories to blip

moonlit meteorite slowly surely suavely
becomes mythic master meteorologist merry
odd spacial morbidities burnt and buried
she solitary eats mashed mussels musing …
crack crack hush hush
zero rush

her dust floats across the Bay’s
now cobalt midnight waters smoothly
ocean floor seaweed entangles slave ship sunk
circular rhodium ring twines coral reefs sung

Trans
                               muta
tion
                                unDers
                                                         T o o d

a   coelacanth   s w i m s   a w a y

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Copyright:GhairoDanielsPoetry&song 2025

The small invasion of gentle waves,
Encroaching onto the dry trodden sands,
Whispering an unstoppable assault,
Of the moon-led tide.

As the waters destroy the mark of man,
Upon the sands,
It creates again a new blank canvas,
Waiting the new artist marks,
Applied by,
     chasing dogs,
     squealing children,
And,
     A greyed couple,
Walking towards one more,
Horizon dipping sun.