Dusk Tide On A Twilight Beach Poem by Terence George Craddock

dusk seems a good time to sit at the beach
by the sea on a pale beach by the twilight
sea to sit to think thought free if haunted

sad and lonely by past stirring memories;

as a soft breeze moves in gathering dusk
sitting in hope of a cooler comforting night
to watch as the sun sinks sinks tilts deeper

to throw glowing red streaks upon the water;

to horizons stretching while the white wide
beach waves pushed pushed on by the tide

are foaming foaming rushing closer closer;

anticipating embracing overwhelming warm
flesh in an enfolding rushing wave caress

an embrace of an elemental hungry to engulf;