The Wave
© By BlueWolf
The Wave fights against the coral reef
As two bears would fight for food,
Then it winks at me and leaps up high
Like a ghost that moves up a mountain side
As it draws nearer I start to think
Of a large, yet gentle, horse
That gallops and runs toward me
Like a toddler that sees its mother.
And then I come back from my fantasy
And see the fuming wave;
It pounces upon the moonlit shore
And sweeps over my bare feet.
