Evening mist blurs horizon's line
Sky meets sea and bleeds away.
Cloud and grey wind dash the rain into the wave,
And in the spray...
Diamonds shine.

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And this is where it all began;
Neither sea nor shore.
It's a changeling, this sand;
It's a passing place,
A no-man's land
And in ripple and roar...
You can hear the song of the strand.

Over rocks and over stone
Waves break harsh then smoothly stream
Churning, teeming
In a whirlpool race that nets reflected beams...
Of the moon.

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Ever turning, ever changing,
Swift shafts of sunlight glitter
Bright on the land
Ever moving, and transforming
Shape-shifting shadows running
Wild on the sand...

Sequinned, silken, the drapes are drawn
Gently flowing to clothe the land,
Here I stand
Where the ancient ways
Hold hostage things of man...
Till the dawn.

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Times and tides play life's great game
Ebb and flow in solemn round;
Resurrection of the land that once
Was lost but now is found,
Time and again.

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