Lunar lapses hide behind white cloud patches,
spot-lit seaweed scented memories roll and pitch
across uncharted maps, gull's wings flap, soar on
currents blown south across an unknown ocean
from Gulf Somewhere.
Waves of sea green froth roam sands beyond
the horizon, flat-lined on white peak mysteries,
spoken of by bold old mermaids.
If you've written 55 words, no less no more, go on over to
G-Man, let him know and he'll pay you a visit!
Wow! How fast did this weekend roll around? Have a great one everyone. :)