#NaPoWriMo 19 : Poetry Of The Sea

Days themselves are like the sea
The mist over the shattered water.
Winds hit the great waves,
The beauty of Peruvian hats scattered on the sea shore

The water and the desert collide
The tides, low and high,
Like ghastly milters being blown forward in the gleam of eyes.

The light reflects on the Shuttlecock Volva from The sun that spreads marmalade beneath the St. Paul's dome

Daylight, gone again,
The afterglow flame creeping under the cold creek
surface guards of inner wet lords
There would be more than ocean-water broken
Plain hearted sea.