Ocean Front

The thin line,
Ever-changing,
Separating two mighty worlds,
Brown and blue.
Minute granules,
Sparkling,
Light reflections jarring,
Against the white foam.
Sea shells,
Pale-pinkish,
Standing out,
Against the sandy chrome.
Embraced by currents,
Over and over again,
The forbidden love,
Of land and sea.
Morning golden,
Stark against,
The backs of sand-dwellers,
As they crawled about.
The thin line,
Ever-changing,
Joining two mighty worlds,
Brown and blue.