- Pacific's Shore
Behind closed eyes, the vast Pacific's shore;
and then an ever-changing sky; the roar
of crashing waves and undulating swells
infuse with sounds of 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 soothing day beside
the ocean and her eddying blue tide.
