Coast

I have always been inspired by the beach the moon and all the allegory in between....
the ocean is like a cryptic mother her ways may be wierd her rage may be fierce her warmth may be too subtle but deep inside she has the soul of a child...she seems to tab the beach all virgin beautiful and independent.....she seems to have a tete a tete with the sands.....
Coast

Oh virgin sands of old existence
Wrapped in flames of change
Windy messengers across oceans
Strike on your naked face.

Tides of turmoil calmed
Streams of noise chill
In your cove in your warmth
All their blanks you fill.

All waves of the world coalesce
Collecting global sins
For children and beautiful fools
To tread upon and kill…