A cresting tide
in an embryonic sea
awaits the christening
blue marine beginning
as a star slowly rises
through the radiant depths
an orb unfolding
in the dance of a nebula
Marie Frizelle
WRAPPED UP IN WORDS – Prose, Poetry and Positivity
A cresting tide
in an embryonic sea
awaits the christening
blue marine beginning
as a star slowly rises
through the radiant depths
an orb unfolding
in the dance of a nebula
Ohhhh wow. Embryonic sea…dance of a nebula. (Takes a deep breath of your awesomeness) That’s the stuff.
I like the sea and I like the sky. Seemed natural to put them together.