The ocean roars its fury.
It removes any intruders.
No boats to drift on its surface.
No swimmers to ride its waves.
Frustration hits the rocks.
Anger raises the wave swells.
Birds flee.
The sun hides.
We wait.
Will the waters recede?
The answer lies in the ocean’s depths.
Someone watches me from the water.
A head bobs in the shallow waves.
Yellow eyes sparkle in the sunlight.
A man rises from the waves.
A man in a wet suit.
The yellow spots must have been
a reflection from the sun.
Ouch.
I’m shot.
He shot me with a spear gun.
Too late.
I’m falling.
Will I wake to find
it had been a bad dream?
I hope so.
The beauty of nature.
It is a living and breathing
sculpture.
It entices us.
It bemuses us.
It challenges us.
But most of all,
it inspires us.
Hit me.
Strike me.
I won’t fall.
Soak me.
Shake me.
I won’t melt.
Sink me.
Drown me.
I’ll still be here.
He lights my fire to take me higher.
The town’s on fire, set by the sire.
He comes tonight for the big fight.
He comes for me from the dark sea.
PREY FOR THE DEAD
The stars twinkle.
The moon shines.
The waves reflect.
And so do I.
OASIS
A more beautiful place cannot be.
It faces the waves of the dark sea.
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