By The Water's Edge

An endless sunset lies before us,
Beyond the horizon, the sweetest dream,
Breathe its warmth and engulf the spray of the sea,
The gift of the Gods, so serene.

Count the sands to turn back time,
A wish thats so desired,
To tides that reached heaven's skies,
The waves tuned to an angel's lyre.

Trapped in time, adorning the shores,
Intricate gems embed themselves,
Returning to dust upon command,
Are multicoloured seashells.

In the light of the full moon,
Does the water glow and glisten,
The birds that serenade the fish to sleep,
One would truly miss them.

Gentle does the breezes blow,
Making the reeds wave in tune,
To dance, to bend, to sway all night,
To the wind, do they gaily swoon.