Plunging my toes
Within the churning sand,
Water surges past, stretching
For exposed gra** land
The purging ocean scent
Bathes my emotion,
While rigorous sand crabs
Scurry to meals in motion
The wind whipped waves
March toward their doom,
Gulls hew tactical designs
Beneath the vigilant moon
Points of scattered light
Ride on inspired creation,
Ocean travelers move through
Nights mist, with exhilaration
Crumbled sandcastles disapear
Without need for sorrow,
For fresh dreams and memories
Will be rejuvenated tomorrow....