At the edge of the Ocean

Being at the edge of the ocean
wouldn’t be enough to feel its depth,
its richness remains to be seen
as it holds its real wonderful wealth.

The ripples of water roll at the bay,
waves of hopes land at the edge vast
then roll back again to find its way
to bring in a light to dream of the past.

Gather the earth at the edge of the ocean
where the memories are built,
low-tides at dark, go high in the full-moon,
displays the magical interlude.

Written on 4/3/10
Free verse.