san diego, ca.
I was on a 'light' kick on this day. Don't know where it came from.
Waves of light brings the seas swell into view.
At the Point, you can see it,
A magician's touch,
Mother nature's, arts highest form.
The crashing of the sea
Sprays our feet, relaxing on the beach,
Receding into itself, as ever,
Feeling the others cool touch of skin.
Night falls with moonlit waves of blue and white,
Scurrying back as night waves do,
Lacking the subtlety and detail of day.
We fall asleep to these bright night waves,
The same old tune.
We are as the waves,
Rushing into each other hastily,
As night assumes day,
As the white wave light shines our way.