The waves
The ocean builds enough momentum underneath the water and heads for shore The mystical blues and deep purples of the water hold a story No force can stop it, for it is part of a cycle I sit on the shoreline I can see what is about to happen I feel it I smell it I can taste it Nothing can stop it so I clinch and wait The power that races forward: it's real and it's beautiful but it frightens me I do not know if this wave will be more powerful than the last. Finally the moment comes for the waves to form And funny how the the deep blue and purple waters transform into a light turquoise and soft ruffles of white outline the top What comes from below often surfaces But it transforms in the process The wave once mystical and strong crashes to the shoreline and recedes I often think of it as a force so powerful the world cannot accept and must throw back into the ocean I can relate. And for a slight moment there is a calmness from the vantage point of shore. ...