Thursday, December 30, 2010

Standing on a Sandy Cliff

Standing on a sandy cliff
my face against the wind
lines of white across the blue
roaring in the din.

Twilight promise of the night
the boldest stars begin
to light the swells whose nighttime glow
beckons moonlight kin.

Drawn by whispers of the breeze
the ocean calls from deep within
Alas, I must now turn away
and say good-bye again.

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