Waves

Waves
Quizmo LaGrande

Elements of brown on grey
Whiteness foams, then goes away.
A greening curl, a sullen roar!
Quiet never—stillness whored.
Abruptly walls on grey-green stones,
Rocks and boulders, ancient bones,
Heed the weight of thirsty tons,
Clueless, tumbled, marred, undone.

A crashing in of woe and doubt
“Crash on me!” I beg, I shout,
“Wash away these dusty bones;
Carry me in tides unknown
To shorelines of serenity
Yet on my shores, I sigh, there’ll be
A misty grey and salty sea…
A misty grey and salty me.”

Again the darkened towers rise
Down the surface whiteness slides
Then pushes forward, crashing hail!
Leaving but a misty trail
Of wild horses white with rage,
Forever gallop, escalade;
Then sadly they dissolve appeased
As bubbles burst to bear the breeze.