SOULFUL ELATION

Gulls play, on rock and water,

A breeze, slowly combs my hair,

Waves lap, gently on the sand,

In this place, I have no care;

Soft, white clouds pass overhead,

Sky, so pastel, it does shine,

Waves do still tickle the shore,

In this place, I find true wine;

Water ripples, down the shore,

So clear, you can see the stones,

Waves play and bring to my mind,

Why, in this place, my soul moans.

PTR May 24-25, 2011