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
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