Sea’s Repose, A Poem

The gentle hand
of summer sky
Cloud swept winds
That carry high

And as I stand
upon the edge
the broken crest
of earthen ledge

The lulling sound
Of waves on shore
Yes, I hear this –
And nothing more.

Though others mingle
Not too far
And tourists travel
By foot or car

I hear the gentle
Waters swell
And I am lost
Within her spell.

For no sound, no thought
Nor manmade shows
Shall seduce my heart
Like sea’s repose.

Words and Image: © Sumyanna 2016

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