Overcast

The waves draw near
As I look down to the amber sand
Through the water I see a face
of whom I cannot place

The oncoming surge brings to me a voice
and all is washed away

The wind is almost here
As I look up to the overcast
In the clouds I see a shape
If only my words could just escape

The racing winds deliver a whisper
and all is left a blur

The sun bursts through the overcast
As the winds retreat
the waves become discrete
From the water emerges a pair of feet

The sun blocks out his face
and at once I look back down to the ground

His plethora of greatness
And the ambiance of his beach
Leaves me breathless and stiff
With every single whiff

Unable to look up, I imagine a face
that if I walked by faith and not by sight
receive a quick glance I simply might