Morning on the Shore

Sitting on the beach Trying to reach Serenity Seeing what the earth mother can teach Silence is bliss Something I often miss Cold wind bites my ears and cheeks But alas here comes the sun To warm the leaks The waves crash White foam exploding like ash So rough and rash Yet calming and just a dash Of relief The nip of mother’s cold breath Wraps around my bone But the warmth of coffee and peeking sunlight Hits my center Creating a safe dome The clouds so gray Wrapped in gold and silver Can never betray On the contra’y Send me into awe And claw At my vision Screaming never turn away The white tops of the ocean Glow and beg of me to listen To their tales of lost souls Pleading to see what it beholds As the wind blows It seems odd that the sand refuses to fold Ah, I spoke to soon It appears the sun has banished The dew from the dune The small grains ban together And hiss stay here Forever Alas though I cannot As I come to the last drop Of my warm coffee It is time for me To say fair well To the beach that brings me such peace For the inner beast Is at rest once more But in hopes that I may return To caress It with the bliss and beauty of times of yore