Again a full moon drags an early morning king-tide against the rock wall and tempts me. I find myself wandering along the seafront towards the stairs which by now should be almost covered with cool salty water. They are. I descend the stairs and the water reaches my waist and I can feel the soft sand and the gentle wash of waves against my body. I relax and watch the sea. As the moon slowly passes overhead, she releases her grip on the ocean and the tide changes. The water becomes calm. Gently the sea sighs against the rocks and turns. I feel the massive sea gently tug against my body and am awed by both its strength, and beauty. I close my eyes and surrender to the peace and quiet.
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oceans surface calms
tide turns at the moons release
undertow beckons
Poetry is my aeroplane 