Moon amidst halo ebb
entice ocean currents
feel silver beams shine
upon saline sea
Thrown soul sucking surge
inbound momentum tide
soar sweeping wave rolling
into surfsweep shoreline
Surpassing surrealistic dreams ambition
tossing rhythmic shoals
chase moon silver-gilt dreamtime
seize surf singer
Swept forth upon boiling
white crystal sands
Copyright © Terence George Craddock
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Great poem I love the third stanza what a string of words.Kind of reaches out and touches you.