Love Of Creation

let us walk onto the shore green in oak might be waiting beneath its sultry shadow to see rise of waves by tide does it drink cup of blue? moon may be there above spewing whites of beam to see its resonance sprinkling by kiss of mists to embrace do we call it light of reflex. sky bespeaks of adoration covering earth like cocoon green to extol creation by jingles of inebriation does love reels of benediction? time tosses up spinning around to sustain journey of mortal flow dappling green of leaf onto disowned vortex of spumes move heavenward does love follow onto eternity?