Villanelle III by L. M. Montes

Waves whisper a cadence soft and free,
gliding forward, lingering, rolling back,
as sun beams dim and fold beneath the sea.

Seagulls swoop white wings so feathery,
dipping downward, soaring, as black
waves whisper a cadence soft and free.

Shadowed palm trees sway in the breeze,
bowing down, billowing, and whack
as sun beams dim and fold beneath the sea.

On horizon’s bed a ship sails carefree,
buoyantly bouncing, gliding, as off-track
waves whisper a cadence soft and free.

Gray cloudy wisps stretch in mystery,
languidly looming, searching, but lack
as sun beams dim and fold beneath the sea.

A gate clinked open amidst a rocky lee,
beauteously inviting, summoning, while black
waves whisper a cadence soft and free
as sun beams dim and fold beneath the sea.