Wild Wild Wehite Horses Poem by Midnight Clarity

Wild white horses of the sea
turn to foam when I plunge
between them
yet from the beach
I see them clear as the water
that they move through
full of power, muscling through
the waves, heads tossing,
manes aflowing, rearing back
with flashing hoofs throwing
rainbows all across the bay.
They race, they gallop,
coming closer, bearing down
on me, then disappear
just leaving bubbles wrapped
around my ankles where
wonder used to be.