I live for the dark and hoary coast
the sea changing colors
Blue reflections of heaven
with white fluffy clouds
turning green and opaque
as the clouds turn gray and silver
with the storm.
Waves crash relentless
against the rocks
shaping the coastline.
Sitting in the tall grass
on the ever shifting dunes,
looking down miles of curving sand
groomed by the wind and waves.
The marine layer closes on land
like the waves below,
drawing a sheet over my eyes
until the sun refuses to shine.
Everything wrapped in mist
glowing street lights
offer little pools of illumination
brief in the vast darkness.
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