December 14, 2025

365 days. Day 348.

Endless

I long for the wild ocean
where lusty waves 
hurl themselves against
dark cliffs and blossom 
violently against the shore

where salty mist 
is carried by the wind
drifting softly through the air
to land on the rocks
like tiny jewels 

and sparkling sun 
tiptoes across the sand
at days end
slipping coyly
into the horizon 
like a maiden 
behind a dressing screen

and a naked moon
steps into the night
beckoning with silver fingertips
for us to join her
in the waves