Pacific’s Shore
Behind closed eyes, the vast Pacific's shore;
And then an ever-changing sky; the sound
Of crashing waves and undulating swells
Infuse with distant clanging jetty bells
From just beyond the bay. All these, it seems,
Like sea-foam disappear into my dreams,
Resurfacing in intervals each night.
When temperate breezes come, I feel their light
Touch penetrate my thoughts, and I acquire
A subtle urge, and then the fierce desire
To walk the beach. And like a ketch that sails
In circles, so this sentiment prevails,
Until I spend a well earned day beside
The ocean and her eddying blue tide.
Behind closed eyes, the vast Pacific's shore;
And then an ever-changing sky; the sound
Of crashing waves and undulating swells
Infuse with distant clanging jetty bells
From just beyond the bay. All these, it seems,
Like sea-foam disappear into my dreams,
Resurfacing in intervals each night.
When temperate breezes come, I feel their light
Touch penetrate my thoughts, and I acquire
A subtle urge, and then the fierce desire
To walk the beach. And like a ketch that sails
In circles, so this sentiment prevails,
Until I spend a well earned day beside
The ocean and her eddying blue tide.