Look out and down upon the roaring sea;
its tumbling waves echo lost history
and a warm, salty gust assaults your skin,
whipping hair, scarf and soul into a din.
Peer at the primal powerful ocean wide,
let it bypass thought and burrow inside--
Plummet long leagues deep into your heart true
and rest upon a darkened bed of You.
YOU ARE READING
My Jotter
FantasyA scrapbook-style collection of poetry, thoughts, ponderings and prose as and when they occur to me. Check out my novels: The Destiny of Ethan King and K A R A. My website: www.martincosgrove.com
