Billowed Locomotion Poem by Sebastian Sandok

Oh, how much beauty lies in the sea surf,
Imperious, sumputuous wave,
the slighest vibration of moon and breath,
foaming upon the shore.
So eager to visit from the boundless blue,
deliberate upon the sand,
rise to such grandeur,
than become humble upon the land.
There is none other, but a celebrated ripple,
coursing throughout the sea,
haughty-sparkling tide,
to crash upon the shore,
with such husky, unsubdued lips,
to break at Mercer's pier,
bellowing the seas distant lion roar,
a phantom surging swell,
unceasing throughout the night,
though at sunrise, the candid twilight
She, is as friendly as the day aforetime.
Bringing you a gift from a distant cove,
a shell from a companions foreign hand.