I watch the sea roll in, like
white crested swans riding the aqua blue,
exploding in flight at the shore,
and I feel the swell, the ebbing waves,
the rise and fall of time in harmonious array,
so calming to the soul,
as I in repose absorb the flow.
A myriad of colour in every wave inspires
such beauty of life in movement,
and I cannot know more bliss
than its soothing echo,
its aphonic words of peace,
that implores my soul to listen,
to hear its truth in glistening clarity.
Enticed by its salty redolence,
it opens my heart in crystal memories
of youth and summer days,
the warmth of sun and laughter
in the endless joy of being, and
the discovery of seeing such comfort
in the waves.
Like flames fireside,
mesmerized I am by those rolling waves,
their infinite movement so calming,
disarming my every woe,
until there are no misgivings at all,
just life enthralling,
with every breath I’m drawing.
Other days show another side,
when storms whip up the fray,
waves like white spirits fighting
clashing in violent rage,
and the gusts are harsh, stinging salt and sand,
the rocks as if adrift, wince in their tirade,
and the clouds grumble attesting doom.
Then come morning,
transformation in delicate thread, upholds life
with no words said,
just a calm and glimmering dawn,
as if the storm was but a dream,
and beauty found its stream of expression,
and the rolling waves return.
Tony DeLorger © 2018