I lie surpassed by shining endless ocean
Whose fickle emotion unfetters at the shore.
I lie in lull, imperiled by the beauty,
Ravaged by the silence- and yearning essence more.
The happenstance of sparkles on the water...
Electric chain of fire, a proper patterned lore.
The languid lapping goes dancing on the desert,
Frothy from the journey, somewhere to reaffirm.
A symphony of sounds from her undoing
Play rhythm to her brother... light bands of kindred air.
And in between, the rain of gifted rapture
Falls misty on remembrance... a time when I was here.
Keith Parsons
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-beach-39/
