Nicholas Bradvica Poetry

When ocean swells turn white in foam
like streaking clouds in summer skies,
I watch the waves hug the shores
from evening's dusk till morning's rise.

From evening's dusk till morning's rise,
the sun sleeps under cloaks of night.
Then, like a thousand tongues of flame,
the sun ascends to shed its light.

The sun ascends to shed its light
above ocean swells and clear skies.
But the earth never could compare
to the beauty of your bright, blue eyes.

No flower could express your beauty,
nor does the sun find a home.
You just remind me so much of when
the ocean swells turn white in foam.

Poet: Nicholas Bradvica