Last night by the shore, the flash lights were bright
I watched the curly white waves feverishly scroll down the helm
Drunkenly swirling, foaming in the darkness of night
Moved the frenzied, violent throbbing dark form
Its passion driven dance, what a voluptuous sway I saw
White sparkling waves sprinkling, now throughout the shore
At times unable to hold its might, heavily thudding down
All the way far and wide rolling, spreading its salty breathe
It huffed and puffed and it hit against the rocks
It was the high tide drunkenly breaking at the shore,
Stood naughtily playing through much of the night
It leapt ahead longing each time with crazy swelling moves
It gushes its way in darkness, a mile into the sand dime
Noisy waves galloping hither thither but in a settled line
But by the time it was dawn, it quietly lay down.
Nothing came out or went in the hangover of the night before
Beautifully written.
White sparkling waves, frenzied dark to quiet at dawn.
Lady Mary Ann
Ron
budd
Sandie :o)