There's A Colour To The Ocean Poem by Gert Strydom

There's a colour to the ocean,
telling of its coldness, of ice much further away,
that comes all the way from the very south
and that particular hue has a pureness
that it brings to the blue
while a flat mountain rises above a city
that at a time you became to love,
where the summer sun stretches on
into the begging on the night,
before much later comes the fading light,
where winters drizzle weeks long
without a sight of the sun
and although you do not anymore live there
at times like your memories
you return to visit it.