Personifications Of Oceanic Thoughts

whispers

sun lit morn

the surf hits the turf

smells of salt air through the moment

savor each moment as the memory lasts

bask in the vast expanse between time & space

　

　

sounds of children playing

seaweed next to the rocks along the cobblestone walkway

solace torn up in the derision of peace with solidarity

we were made for moments such as these

seagulls flock overhead

　

remember me in thoughts as these

whisk through the breeze

capture one's inner sense

alas with angelic fervor permeates a flame of life's torn reality

a new to face the day