My shadow dances in the surf, White sand with all its imperfections stretches To the edges of the horizon and beyond; - a necessary growth surge That place, beyond, has flipped my internal script - a self proclaimed narrative re-write Each step playfully kicks up stardust, Stirring up the undertow of my senses, my soul; …
Tag: High tide
Panama Sunrise
My love of sea and sail vast sky ocean wide Yet I fear a full moon cycle tide high rise Tide falls low sand bar run aground Claustrophobic angst contradicts the obvious Looking out beyond the beyond no land insight And I feel small minuscule the context of the endlessness that is before me I …
Trilby Yates 