Upon the shore

Caught in a trance while gazing out upon the sea

I dream of you standing upon the shore

That grew with pride and costly sail,

Turning waves from the ocean roar

Into a trance where I hear nature call.

 

And twist gently at this mighty command,

The sea to unleash a trial of captive dance,

And gather up a journey towards the sand

Where opportunity meets and embrace.

 

The seductive wind tearing at your hair

With suspense that almost lose control.

In the thirsty force and aquarium adventure

By a rapid beauty that twirls into a trail.

 

And tells us of its craving for emotions

That we find hard to express an interest,

In the feelings that lies in the exoticisms

Of excitement and the passionate past.

 

Gazing into ritual desire that was once on fire,

Like a volcano that prowls beneath the sea.

I watch the back draft of your fleeting figure 

Creep back into where the shoreline degree. 

Reviews

[Peter Rogerson]

I like the way you work half-rhymes into your piece, Gerry