We are like two children
who have just discovered ice cream
as we step through the night.
Super novas of phosphorescence
explode into spiral galaxies
at each step we take
along the water's edge.
we watch an endless procession of tiny waves,
marching in series,
like an army of neon tubes,
glowing brighter as they aproach their destiny.
We witness their final moments of glory,
realised as they flop themselves onto the flat sand,
completely spending their life force
in a milky way display of glittering algae,
before letting go of their importance
and disappearing back
By John Heron