There's nothing like poetry with its luxurious rich imagery to sparkle up my brain and light up my life

 

Must be the pull of the equator

Circulating horizon regulator

That causes the surfers to drift south

From the cave of the trembling Pacifics mouth

 

As Zephyrs across the light blue canvas fly

Gobbling up the tender sky

And the sun mirrored gently on the ocean wall

Glistens to the southern call

 

When all is moving, only the sand and the blueness

Take a temporary stall

And ship shaped sea gulls

Turn their hulls

 

And the south pulls the wave riders

And the water and the rays of light penetration

In her daily longitudinal migration

 

Pulls the clouds around like clay

Instantly fresh, never a replay

Pulls the wind southward too

Pulls the water pulls the blue

 

And all drifts south so ever south

Riding the trade winds

South becomes north and the night begins

 

As it pulls the water

The light and the blue away

Gives us the night

Takes back the day

 

And we can pretend the north wind blows

When the south really inhales

The south breathes the sky

Gasping it grows the gales

 

As it takes its relentless deep breath...away

 

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