By: Wayne Brown
Foaming waters swirl then disappears into the shore
Receding back within only to return once more
The endless ebb and flow of the ocean upon the beach
Marks time like a clock with each extension of its reach
Sand lies upon the shore like pure sugar dumped into place
Granules glistening in the sun; the shore such an inviting space
The waters swirl into the sand and leave a trove of little things
Debris from other places, seashells, and jellyfish that sting
Man comes to this space to where water meets the shore
To think and contemplate of all that came here before
Riding on these crashing waters from points all around the world
To settle on this shore amid the sands as the waters ebb and swirl
A wine bottle etched in French, corked with a message rolled inside
A note of good-bye to a lost love from the one who would be his bride
An old shoe without a mate with sole in tack and laces tied
Leaves one wondering about the owner and if he possibly died
The sparkle and glint of the sun on the blue-green waters catches the eye
The mist launched into the air with each noisy crash the waves apply
The noise of waters from foreign lands arriving to this far shore
The wonderment of how long it took to come from where it was before
High tide, low tide, the cycles continue likes the beating of a man’s heart
The ebb and flow is as mysterious as the nature of which it is a part
What if mankind had never gazed upon this intersection of water and land?
Would the noise, the smell, the little things be there washed upon the sand?
The sun sets over the water so very slow appearing to balance on the wind
Blazing last red rays of day over the ocean’s blue; promising to come again
Tranquility washes over everything about and peace comes to this haven
The moon’s approach reflects in the black waters of a night dark as a raven
Waves come closer; the noise level rises as the waves come night’s way
To mingle with the sands of the shore and leave more for a new day
To fill the nighttime void with repetitive noisy collisions with the world
To mark the time that does elapse while the oyster creates the pearl
Man’s lure to the ocean and the far shores it reaches are natural attractions
Curiosity to see the other shore fire a flame of inspiration into actions
Danger lurks upon these waters yet man will not turn away
Until he stands upon the other shore and sees the light of day
Waves of the ocean call out to man as each approach the shore
Speaking to his sense of adventure and his urge to go explore
The waves will carry man to destinations afar and still untamed
So he can sit there upon the shore and contemplate why he came
© Copyright WBrown 2011. All Rights Reserved.
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