littoral mists
i went and saw the ocean where the salty air blows in the bay the sands were cold but velvet smooth the shells would move· in foam would sway· i looked upon the roaring waves a ship did brave the tossing tide it let outburst its blaring horn from ears were shorn all sounds beside·
the misty wind blew in my face but i embraced the foggy breeze the bushes grown from jagged rocks and craggy blocks of scrub oak trees· the beachgrasses stood tall and brown a leafy crown on ridges where the stones were tinted orange as the shorage for their mooring there·
yet i could not stay long upon the gaping yawn of seaside strand· the time was spent in which to bide admire the tide· in loam to stand· though strangled hours have cast away the restful gray of coastal times i may at last unlock from thought the bliss i caught with rolling rhymes