Pearlescent clouds waft lazily

across the sodden sky

the lap of waves

a whisper in my ears

Cool, moist air

touching my face

a hint of rain

stirring far above

The waters enclose

home to many things

a living splendor

writhing underneath me

So distant

the horizon

my eyes are lost

on some distant shore

I can feel the rhythm

the heart of life beating

below the waves

within the depths

Restless...

Stirring...

Liquid...

Flowing...

An aquamarine sky

flowing and surging

touched gracefully by white

lightly dabbing

A painter’s brush

gently stroking

the tops of the waves

like a winter frosting

Sun like a fire

amidst the breakers

firelights dancing

as the tide flows by

The sea calls my name

beckons me with open arms

waters dark and cool

waters soft and invigorating

Rolling...

Turning...

Crashing...

Booming...

I am a soul of the sea.........

Jory M. Earl