the wave

The Wave

It rose, gentle, soundless, cooling, and uninposing
the wave was born
It began thick dark silent and unnoticed until it grew

it became a plaything of man, an artists dream of translucent lighted water
the colors of ocean green almost teal but not quite
darkened blues by the depth of the weight of the water

The plaything of youthful exuberance
shooting the curl, beach tans and songs
the tensions between the youth building its hunger
through the waves of growth

the artists dream, studies in light, the glowing of life
reflections, refractions, paint, and photography
a multitude of colors taken into the light
today's wave of technology and history meshed into
the artform of today

lighted water, healing life
curling and renewing ever repeating
but teaching the young and the old
glowing with life as it diffuses through the water filled with life
sand, salt,crystals of nature,mixing with small life forms
tumbling into the hope of the world
building, rising, crashing, an ending and beginning

and yet overwhelming.