Portayal

Wavering 

shores, caressed to sand 

waves gliding through the bends 

out to sea or hugging land 

 

settings are sold, and imagery bought 

metaphor is never quite enough, but 

portraying the pictorial 

is tried still, as it must.

 

The dancing grass, the waving trees 

above the dunes-above the beach, 

smile where the footprints mark;

the sun overhead dies to dark! 

 

Settings are sold, and imagery bought ~ 

 

and similes mayn't be my eyes to see- 

and if it be all hyperbole, then

at least it encourages dreams, although

sometimes we lack reality, and yet

that is still beauty.