Comments about Aaron Wright
I watch as the golden rays sink slowly beneath the horizon,
The shimmering light dances across the mirrored surface.
The lazy lapping on the etched sand draws me onwards,
As I stare fixedly at the strange eddying occurring just out of reach.
The sea seems to change and put on a new hat,
The languid waters now start to roil and toil.
The waves roar against the rage of the storm moving inland,
The sound of the ocean beckons for someone to play.
As dawn motions and the soft touch of the golden man touches my face,
My blurred vision slowly clears.
The sea is no ...