In briny air on shifting sands I stand,

As thunderous waves come crashing toward the shore,

Assaulting, far as eye extends, the land:

Same man, same sea, in reverie once more

No bird or beast here dares to break the calm,

Save seagulls, wheeling, calling out to me

A many throated song, a minstrel’s psalm –

The resonating tongue of mirthful Sea.

As zephyrs lash a laughing sea the tide

Sends forth her spray, a recollect of past

Encounters when as friends we would confide,

And then renew the memories of last.

But as the dusk comes stealing cross the sky,

A final glance o’er endless waves I take,

And draw a breath and heave a heavy sigh,

Then for a time the surf leaves in my wake.