smoother over time
the sandpaper of the sea
washes over thee
smoother over time
the sandpaper of the sea
washes over thee
morning mist hovers
clouds dusted with pastel hues
oh sweet amelia
from the ocean’s depth
to the photographer’s hands
deep sea treasure found
as thoughts drift away
a long pause hangs in the air
gazing at the sea
day surrenders night
and above a calming sea
the full moon shines bright
high above the ground
a window and feathered nest
facing sky and sea
by the sea, they land
tiny feet grabbing shore sand
mating season clan
staring out at sea
a man ponders, turns to flee
mindful escapee
like a sailing ship
on a vast and changing sea
so too is my life