Jagged green talons,
shoot through gold dust,
marred only by the glimmer
of the mid day solstice.
Curving misty granules
Mask temperamental land:
Tracing paper haze
Swirls of glistening sand.
Bending hills blend
Precious pallid dust
With one layer of
Whipping wind.
Your blustered footprint
Get's carried away;
Bullied by nature's
Ethereal motion.
You’ve walked for miles
Dry and lagging among
Miniature valleys of Earth's
Smoothest round stalactite.
Hear the luscious,
Climactic ocean breeze
Speak salty psalms, from
Deepest blue parchment.
The serrated cliff-face
Positioned between
The vast curvature
of the sea and dunes.
Dogtooth black vertigo
With specks of white refrain,
Which drip back down
To the tenacity of the waves
As tides rise, patience falls.
Worn away, smooth again
As a brief, conjugative
Swill of realisation
Washes out lifes impurities
Cleansing boredom into
Calm; see a metropolis
Submerge in the tide.
The landmarks and history
Are but bricks, mortar
And washed up stories
Which float away to sea.
