Whispering
winds sing such sweet songs
Lingering
chimes thrill the night
The sea
roars wild in the twilight
Crashing its
waves of foam white
Old sand
castles fade where the shore wets its lips
Echoes of
fog horns bounce off the tips
Of the rocks
in the moonlight which shimmer so fine
Like the
lustrous sheen of onyx divine
The deep-daring
odor of seaweed is strong
Riding the
waves as they tumble along
And cotton-ball
clouds float ‘cross the sky
Ducking past
moonbeams, then meet eye to eye
The melody
heightens as deep darkness falls
The night
will grow meek when the Sun Lord calls
And morning
will open its arms to the sea
--The waves will fall softly, the
sand castles free.
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