In the roar of the ocean
the waves whisper–
breezes tickle–
feathering their way
over waters so vast,
conducting a symphony
so loud yet so fair.

In the roar of the ocean
the waves whisper–
breezes tickle–
feathering their way
over waters so vast,
conducting a symphony
so loud yet so fair.

A whisper gently tickles,
as one’s words politely trickle,
whether kind or filled with angst,
the mind will sing or sink with pangs
of what it does not want to know.
But do we sit and let it fester
or set it loose on water’s flow?

Twilight comes but once a day,
The sky turns raven black,
Grass and flowers yawn away.
Stars step out to blink and wink
While the moon man smiles back,
A look that only heaven thinks.
The tide rolls in to eat the sand,
While couples stroll along the beach,
Arm in arm or hand in hand.
by L. M. Montes