Ocean by Rusty Gladdish
The steep and craggy cliffs drop dizzily down
Into a sparkling turquoise ocean.
The gentle waves glint glasslike in the sun;
The everchanging seascape in perpetual motion
Lies reposed and tranquil when the day is done.
When mercurial winds shift and change direction
And stormy skies are glowering grey,
The restless surface rearranges textures
Whilst the glowing lighthouse guides
The great ships safely to the bay.
The tempest rages till its fury’s spent
On ragged rocks and surging billowing tides;
And heavy leaden skies relent
Parting their gloomy features in a smile.
And all at once the ocean’s smooth as silk;
Hardly a ripple or a breeze disturbs the fickle sea