Softly gliding with primordial wings,
cloyingly salty, the breath of breeze stings.
Delicate and warm are twinkling grains of sand
bitten and worn by the shore's tending hand.
Careless bleached clouds dust the azure sky,
for the panoramic view to unify.
The crush scatters a spray of frothy dew,
churning and shifting the comb's avenue.
Citrus umbrellas rain shadows of dusk,
mellowing the lambent rays often brusque.
The squeal of seagulls hovering offshore
holds company to the ocean's rapport.
Yet when day succumbs to chilly twilight,
all that has been is left out of sight.
