Summer Waves

Katalin and I went down to see the spring tides recently, and this poem is about the sheer joy of watching a high tide in Jersey..

Summer Waves
Splash! Wave breaks over promenade
And we jump back, spray flying high
Before, sunshine, sipping lemonade
The tourists sat, the seagulls fly

Briny days of love, holding hands
Watching a ship sail across the bay
As the waves pound on the sands
We relish on our lips the salty spray

Rising and falling, the sea of love
Where strong undercurrents go
Oceans vast, vistas undreamed of
Up and down, wave forms flow

Summer nights, there is high tide
Such joy, such a wild ride