And so I have gone down
to the salty, briny air
where the surf tumbles the sand
and the wind combs through my hair,
.
where the seagulls dip and squabble
and the pocket pools grow warm
and the starfish snuggle rocks
as the tide begins to turn,
.
where the sun lights through each wave
as it surrenders to the sea
and the sky steams into purple
and the night spits stars to me.
(c) 1992, 2012 Betty Hayes Albright
“Sky steams into purple and the night splits stars to me”–I really love that imagery, especially the first half! And so we were born, sisters of the sea…
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Photo is of that beach called “Little Waikiki” (sp?) …. We loved that spot.
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