Is the pounding of the waves
The pulse of the earth
Or the restlessness of its soul
As the sky smiles on it.

Are the waves
the frills of a young girls skirt
laced with foam bright and blue.

She makes the sky blush
At dusk a flaming red and
The sea bejewels herself and
Bathes in the moonlight
She basks in the radiance
Of the noon sun
She reflects her beau’s glory
At its very might

The stars wink like roadside romeos
Even as I saw this from the deck of my mind
as it moved over her waters
I fell in love

making love to her
in an intimate caress.