When the fall winds
Send ripples
Shock-waving
Across
This still cobalt ocean
She sings
With ticklish delight
What are these
Sweet sensations
Upon my silken
Skin?
What thought patterns
Are crossing my horizon
This crisp sunny morning?
How they dance!
I will sing
This song
my interpretation
deeply welled
from within
a reflection
of
Their rippling pattern
Playing on my
Ocean skin