Folded beneath white caps
rosy crystals stack in layers,
letting go their hold-fast
seashells loosen their grip.
Released from the rushing tide
tendrils of slippery seaweed
catch among the sea oats,
prisoners of the dunes.
A shroud of melon sky climbs down
the sweeping vista.
Seafaring specters bob among the swells
drifting apparitions devoured by the horizon.
Gulls hover between sea and sky
wings plunge in and out of azure
their throaty caws console the lonely sea.