Musing Seaside Canticles It is about solitude In the wake Of anchored foghorns Over a voiceless pitch Of baritone riptides. Strumming undertows Syncopate rhythmic currents Fusioned in a clef Of aqueous harmonies. A soulful soliloquy Of seaside stanzas.
Dancing waves ebb and flow to nature's percussion as I silently become entranced in aqueous vibrato pulsating gently softly caressing nocturnal rhythms.