• Never Ending



    Crashing to the beach,

    as if distant thunder roar,

    sending fans of whitewater,

    streching,

    far upon the fine black rock,

    then,

    the sea,

    pulling into itself,

    leaving a sheen upon the sand,

    like a shadow,

    mimecking the wave that there once laid,

    before that shadow can fade away,

    another crash,

    a different wave,

    always similar, never the same,

    each a complete cycle unto itself,

    yet never ending.