I sit
by the sea
on a empty
morning beach
pristine
untouched
by other footsteps
yet to reach
The morning breeze
moves the waves
ever so gently
plucking up
a few drops
with every splash
every froth
It touches my face
wipes a tear
before it rises
to fill the blue sky
puckering
the flat sky
with white
fluffy dye
soon it hides
the rising sun
dark enough
to form a silver line
sea lies placid
I watch it
float away
with a piece of mine
there it moves
northbound
turning darker
and wise
watching
the thirst
and heat below
with it’s brooding eyes
As it meets
the mighty mountain
it rumbles
spews the lightening bolt
Full and dark
there is so much
in its heart
it holds
and then
when it pours it all out
with a
final scream
it flows
happily
from the mountains
fresh like a stream
I wait
at the beach
with the morning breeze
and
I feel the rain
at the mountain top
flowing down
the stream
My Tales Within 