Let Go

early morning breath. color.

And with a prelude of soft ocean air,
And sea salt foaming and sizzling out,
We ran into ocean waves
Tripping over feet and heart...
Racing into an abyss of blue-gray,
And waves capped with spray and foam,
The horizon still the color of sunrise
And the feeling of thrill and thunder...
But on a clear day..
And we let go of land.