Ocean Waves by C.M. Frank

The ocean interests me so much

that I could sit and gaze at the waves forever.

They are perfect, ancient, unrelenting,

a fluid being of such powerful grace.

They do not break for man,

they break of their own accord;

they are the ever-churning millers of earth and rock,

discomposed beauties after break

in the deep blue so accustomed to such exalted beasts;

let them wash upon the sand,

never again to return the same,

only as perfect and magnificent as the memory allows.