The frothy waters

Waves of water caressing the rocks

Washing over the sleepy pebbles
While the warm sunshine of gloaming
Kisses the clear waters of blessing

The sun-kissed waters gently flow
Beneath the massive boulders
Bellowing in the caves
Echoes the deep cry of the ocean

Gentle mellow sunshine
Hugging the cool glistening waters
Playfully drawing vibrant designs
Sparkling in tiny twinkling flickers

My feet slosh in the water
Leaving giant splashing ripples
The white froth hugging my toes
Clinging to my feet

The sharp sting of the salty waters
Flavour the crisp ocean air
The damp sand of eternal footprints
Laced by the foam of the ocean

The chill ocean, serene and flowing
Is jolted from its deep slumber
The small quiet waves, fingers interlocked
Charging down the horizon
The crest of the mighty waves
Only to crash into the massive boulders
And shatter into a million droplets

The calm sleepy ocean
Basking in the evening glow
The pink loving skies, fondly watching
Glowing in streaks of crimson light
Stretching far and vast
Beyond man's fathom

The humid sticky air of the shore
Has made my heart want to cling on
To the flowing elegance
The crashing waves
Spray me in droplets of delight

The splashing song of the dancing waves
Rush like a cool stream
In my veins and soul
Singing the song of the sea

Wish our lives flowed like these
Restful waves of beauty
Free from the barriers of time and worry
And not rave and rant in fury

I wish to be those tranquil waves
Flowing freely beyond limits.......

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