Sea Foam

I stand beside the shore,

Yearning for something more,

As the waves lap at the sand beneath my feet.

The air smelling of salt and yet almost sweet,

The water is blue and green and gray,

A swirling abyss like it is any other day.

A wave crests and crashes,

Its foam white and glistening in the faint light,

Of a cloud obscured sun.

The wind blows cool across my face,

Making my hair dance upon it behind me.

The rain will undoubtedly come again,

To stir up red seaweed and treasures from the deep,

That they will then wash upon the shore.

As they have for hundreds of years,

And will for a hundred more.

When someone else,

Will walk upon this same shore,

And see these same waves,

And same sun.

The water is blue and green and gray,

A swirling abyss like any other day.

As the waves lap at the sand beneath my feet,

The air smelling of salt and yet almost sweet.

As I stand beside the shore,

And my heart begins to soar.