from here

from here I can almost smell the sea

waves washing shores with sympathy

fishes swim and seabirds dip

while white masts billow on sailing ships

cloudless sky as the day breaks

sun on my face as I awake

coffe on the porch as I breath this in

it's how every day should begin and end

the sea spans an eternity

so much further than I can see

I'm just a spot here on the sand

but it always works just like I planned

Poetry by M.J.B. is licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution-Noncommercial-No Derivative Works 3.0 United States License