The tide rushes out to meet the clouds,
smudged in calm pastels across the horizon
with the freedom of a child’s hand.
The gurgling laughter of each peaking cap
rises to greet the salty breeze,
clear as the colours of water and air
that ebb with the morning light.
Playfully rolling, tumbling, singing;
this morning’s children, begging the sky
to carry them away.
Carry me away