The saline splash!

I see those waves rolling in;

From the deep blue of the skies;

To the white of clouds,

What comes ashore;

In that foam of freshness;

The waves that splash and spray

Those smells so saline;

If they could take away

The past to go with the receding waters

So would the pain;

To dissolve into that vastness of the sea;

And then let that joy to live up to that moment

In those frolicking waves that lap up to me

They carry no memories, irate;

Nor do they stagnate;

Like those wisps of clouds;

They live on the surface, till the moment lasts

From the ripple to the wave…

The circle of life that goes on;

In those wet sands, that cover my feet

None can stay; none last in that fleet;

They flow with time, so need my thoughts

to stream through in those patterns

to become the saline freshness as they return;

there is none so true and real, than that moment;

what of the pain or tears that lament?

I need to feel washed away in those waves;

Like the breath that tears free;

The breather in the becoming;

When those waters splash on me!