Hope Is On The Horizon Poem by Mark Sebert

hope is on the horizon
just within reach the sunset
shows in golden rays and the
oceans sprays its cool, liquid dreams
roaring with beauty and imagery,
sea foam reflecting back
it spits on my bare feet
and bare back cooling, as
seagulls gliding across
the painted sky seeking
and devouring raw fish flesh
still vibrating an arms length
from death reverberating
that hope is fleeting... fleeting... fleeting...
salivating its next victim
crushing and ever winning
but the morning will come
and hope will set upon the shore
as death awaits the night for more.