Sunrise by the Sea

Where rolling surf laces the sand with foam
and emerald seas sit calm beneath dawn’s sky,
dolphins roam the range from shore to depths
spied only by the blest; or by the wise
who rise and shine with the morning sun.

Beyond the sidewalks, beyond the boardwalk,
far beyond the antlike industry of man,
When Nature talks waves crash, not markets,
The bombing here is done by gulls and terns;
they need no war to make them free.

Stay the hawking vendors from this temple,
a garden paradise fit for the likes of Eve or Guinevere,
Apples here don’t bear the bite of asp,
Where sun and shore share sanctity
the signs are of the seasons, not neon.

Rapt in the peace of the new horizon,
lulled by soft sonatas
written in those holy times
when man and elements blend in harmony,
meager mortals touch eternity.

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2 thoughts on “Sunrise by the Sea

  1. Profound thoughts and exquisite thoughts, Sarah! There is always so much to linger over in your verse … like:
    “When Nature talks waves crash, not markets,
    The bombing here is done by gulls and terns;
    they need no war to make them free.”

    What more is there to say, except such power in such loveliness. XO

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