Waves 
      march and roll
                     and tumble,
                                 crash and hiss.


They ever send
        to all the shores
              a fierce and gentle transcendental kiss.

In dawnings past
        they foamed and cast
              their bodies on the dark decaying slime.

In present days
        they pounce and rage
              on different shores, indifferent to time.

In black nights far
     they'll mold and scar
        the pale and ancient sands on which they climb.

Never ending,
        ever bending
              in their vast, eternal, heaving mist.


Waves
      march and roll
                     and tumble,
                                 crash and hiss.





Copyright © 1992 by Gerry Edwards