Isn't it mesmerising,
How the light reflects off the molten blue.
So blinding, and yet
So beautiful.
Shimmering lazily
In the midday sun.
And that scent:
The tang of salt on the briny breeze.
A hint of fish,
A drop of vinegar from someone's chips.
The noise from the crowds is
Overwhelming, but still, in the background,
The continual steady bass underlining their song,
A few gulls adding their music to the ensemble.
And yet... there is such silence
When I gaze out at that horizon,
A smear of blues fusing in a blurred line.
I can forget the throng of people,
The drowning noise.
I can breathe,
Looking out to the point where I can see no more.
But I turn away, your arm guiding me back
From the promenade.
The longing for another glance
Threatens to overcome me, but I
Resign myself to your touch, and let you lead me
Away from the sea once more.
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Drifting Worlds
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