Please give me a serving
of this beautiful pie.
A slice of heaven for me
topped with a cherry.
White beaches
surrounded by fuchsia cream.
Chocolate chips floating
in a blue filling.
I dip my finger into this heaven,
ready for a taste of this feast.
The sun hides its head
While the waves rage on.
The clouds turn away
While blood rushes on.
The moon shies away
While the tide meets rock.
Faces hide in vain
While the seas bring the pain.
Icy water surrounds me.
The cold pulls me deeper.
Deeper into the unknown,
I sink.
Waves tear at me,
dragging me far from shore.
I swim.
I tread water.
I hold my head high
Above water.
I will survive.
Perfect lines cast in the sand.
Left behind by waves
caressing the shore.
Temporary footsteps.
Like magic?
No, like nature.
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The waves stand
Straight as sentries,
Shoulder to shoulder.
They eye the shoreline,
Storm at their backs,
Wind at their sides.
The Sun sets above.
The sea ripples below.
The sky darkens.
Clouds rush in.
Birds flee the scene.
The sky opens.
Water rains from above.
Quiet reigns supreme.
They quicken their tempo.
They hit the sand with force,
Lines of soldiers,
Shoulder to shoulder
As one.
It entices us.
It bemuses us.
It challenges us.
But most of all,
it inspires us.
The sea throws its fury.
It fights for its path,
Grinding down rocks,
Swallowing debris whole.
It roars to the shore,
Waiting for no one.
Its might is its right
To reign supreme forever more.
