• Fermenting on the grainy beach
    amidst twilight’s blooming,
    I watch the salty waves
    crash along Gaea’s Earth.

    From the nocturnal skies above,
    I hear the ‘gulls screech
    while their flock trace the rocky peaks.
    They dip and dive
    searching for a home to hibernate.

    From a distance,
    a lone lighthouse stands on stage.
    Golden light shines,
    in the thick foggy sea.
    It reaches the lost ships,
    and pulls them home.

    My dear Poseidon,
    they once said
    “all life was born from the sea”,
    and as the salty water licks my toes,
    I feel life will soon return
    to such a moist home.