Oh, beautiful Pacific,
Your salty kiss
Lies gently on my lips.

A gull flies overhead;
The rhythmic beat of wings
Lost in your song.

A song which strums
The heartstrings of my soul,
Beckoning my cares to the outgoing tide.

Spindrift in my hair, I walk in peace.
You touch the essence of
My most primordial being.

When first your waves
Crashed upon a sterile shore,
Life on land began - the Creator smiled.

Jacqueline K. Masterson
(meOWL)
9-10-94
Copyright © 1997

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