The foaming fingertips of waves
Born upon the ocean’s roar
Touching brief in peaked salute
As down they bear upon the shore
Softly ending, effortless drifting,
Begin their journey home, once more.
Toward the shore
Up silent sands
Wind whistles in my ears
Carrying far off voices
It catches the spray
Whipping through the air
The sun shines down
Where the wind cools
Waiting for the tide to turn.