In the morning
tips of waves meet the shore,
take away tiredness
with the curl of seaweed.
From the coral regions
tiny hooves spawn,
cool cousins
to resting landlocked manes.
All the while the sea
gently flames blue,
promises of tidal journeys begin
over silver fish sparks.
Lights to simmer early hours,
to lay where foam foals roam.
Later, they will become stallions.
