SPRAY, mist-like,

Floats upwards

From the incoming tide,

Which creeps and curls

Upon the waiting sand.

White foam

Silvered by the winter's sun

Sparkles in momentary rays,

Then greys,

Returning to deeper waters,

Coldness, depths,

Under a darkening sky,

With patches of blue

Merging with threatening clouds,

Echoing my soul's awakening

In shafts of intermittent rays.

Updated: 10:26 Wednesday, February 25, 2004