7-8-2011   Eyes that follow the setting of the sun,

Ears which hear the crashing of the waves,

Gently laying the rising tide at the sea shore’s feet, smells of moist salty seaweed,

Comes forth as another pleasant cool breath,unfolding the darkness of the night of the ocean’s stare,

I’m quickly walking, running from the pearly waves,

I stop to see, smell, hear, and feel, The star bright night against the oceans might,

Just to imagine where I’ve been,again my mind takes flight.