UPON THE SHORE

nephilim56

The waves
That gently
Lips to kiss
With tenderness
Upon the shore
Lunar chore.

In idle thought
Surveying life
Whats gone before
Whats to come
Memories warm
A scorching sun.

Salted breeze
Upon calming air
Hazy horizon
Birds in flight
Watches the trawlers
Sail to night.

Sunlight glints
Upon the waves
In steady flow
Meeting sands
Fate within
His caring hands.

  • Author: nephilim56 (Offline Offline)
  • Published: March 20th, 2025 03:16
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  • sorenbarrett

    A metaphor for life sailing the seas and fate is in our the captain's hands. Great imagery

    • nephilim56

      Very kind, many thanks

    • Poetic Licence

      The people's fate is held in the captains hands, enjoyed the read



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