Not so much looking down as across..

Wednesday, August 22, 2012

Tenerife sunset

I watch the waves
As in a haze
Enjoy the spray
At end of day.
Soak up the surf
Enjoy the surge
A healing balm
A mental purge.
The swell comes roaring
Only to retreat
And ebb with flow
Where the white waters meet.

And so our lives both ebb and flow
Scaling heights then file below
The sea of life will throw us a line
If not at once, then in it's own time

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