Poetry of Simplicity

Do you hear the thunder on the shore?
Striking the sand in fury?
The earth explodes where sea meets sand,
And love rains in the flurry,
Sparkling rain of sea glass flies,
Glistening in the stormy night,
All the sand fleas scuttle away,
In a mad and mangled flight,
The ocean roars,
In shouting waves,
The voice of a deep great storm,
And though the moon doesn't shine tonight,
You'll see it in the morn.


(P.S. The last line refers to the brightness of the molten lighting stricken sand that is now sea glass)