Such Unspoken Awe
On the shore our footprints are engulfed by the rippling tide,
Their marks defined, then visible no more.
Nothing at all to show that we have ever passed this way,
Along a lonely shale strewn windy shore.
Here the mighty elements converge and grow in strength,
Each one in turn will use its special guile.
A clever tenacious game played continually day and night,
Never planned, for it'll always be freestyle.
These forces, are always changing as they turn about and form,
Increasing with a vigour unsurpassed.
With potency, all hell with venom fierce, is then unleashed,
Assaulting everything with anger vast.
Our pounding hearts that beat so uninvited, loud and clear,
Join with eagerness, the raging storm.
A crescendo of passion rises up and starts to fill the mind,
As two enraptured souls, wholly transform.
As wrath abates and once again a welcomed stillness reigns,
We stand together in such unspoken awe.
Watching the sunset's colours change their reddish flaming hues,
And making our fervent spirits, truly soar.
poem by Ernestine Northover
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