OCEAN LINES

Ocean lines stacked to the horizon,

in ever deepening shades of blue.

The ocean is whipped into a frenzy,

by storms a thousand miles away.

Frothy whitecapped waves,

begin the migration as seperate mogles,

moving in the same direction.

Slowly they join forces one to another,

and another,

forming a link, a bond.

Now rolling in concert

across the watery expanse.

Groomed by winds from opposing direction,

Their shape is defined.

And heading to the cove I see,

Ocean lines stacked to the horizon

in ever deepening shades of blue.