Viewing the white topped waves reminds one of the spontaneity of human life that appears and disappears, never two the same; each a unique creation.




Atop the billow White Horses leap

A date with destiny theirs to keep


Born of water’s ebb and flow

A flash of time for them to know


Before they’re gone to oblivion

No longer crowning the wave upon


Their kin following along behind

From the depths so dark and blind


Tide and gale force them to show

Atop the billows they come and go


Monty Alexander 19.11.15

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