The Wave Series: Horizon

The sky blushing pink,

Like a lover pinched her cheeks.

The waves washing away the shores,

In a slow methodical rhythm;

Lulling me into a trance.

A thought crosses my mind,

A whim to cross over;

The distant dreamy horizon.

I pull out my pocket diary,

And open a fresh new page.

As my fully loaded pen,

Scratches the surface.

Words line up in my mind

Battling, on their way

To plunder the page.