A bird of white
did alight
under a starless night
in search of food.
None, so rude,
did disturb this sight.
For it was one
among a run
of many on that night
when stars did hide;
did dark collide
with peace and joy's delight.
Far from view,
Horizon knew
the kiss of Sky and Sea.
And well in sight -
one left, one right -
the footprints came to be
of wanderers;
of wonderers,
who came to hear and see
the sight so rare;
the mark so fair:
the footprints of the sea.
The tide then rose
to kiss the toes
of Sky who deigned to glance
at all of those,
that night, who chose
to go and take a chance.
Thoughts did flow
and words did glow
in fair poetic dance.
The endless sea
gave energy
to City's mad romance.
