Dawn On The Sea

I took a trip across a sea of blue
and crystal, stepping on the tepid waves.
Sad footprints traced a snaking path
that led towards a field of graves.

I bent and grasped a fist of mighty ocean vast
and smooth and cool that pulsed in fitting beat,
and then the world in slim horizon flew
to my feet, and golden clouds above me blew
in lovely warmth to mark the end of darkness past.

© Mark Sheeky. Permission is required for reproduction.