Unions
one minute it is here frothing, whirling.
"where did you come from?", - "foreign, distant land"
it leaves an imprint, and a lover yearning...
empowering waves grow ever stronger
through kind pats and tireless debates,
and partings... - have they grown fonder?
how do they whisper, "come to me, my mate?"
design and imprint - different each time,
bare little teeth - foam paws of dew.
mermaidian wave of blarney mariner rhymes,
and sand,
-- hushed vows at dawns' pew.
the ocean laughs -- a Brobdingnagian child,
and mixes syllables with seagulls' taunts and cries,
weilds waves of steel and azure, brawn and brine -
on sands of gold, black boulders, and red isles.
the waves erode stodgy foundations,
new truths storm in, which sands externalize,
becoming one - that's all - in this creation,
in ecstasy, the wave and sand unite.
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