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.
WHITE HORSES
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