The Spring tide

I was stunned by the distinctive stones to make me aghast 

I do not see dead otter rotting that carried all day the scent if savage valediction but I was gobsmacked but living otter sparkling by the tidelines,That headlong spring high sound decibels for the wonderful morsel of oystercatcher rejoiced through the rocky alcove of rapturous elves as fed cormorant fed submarines at bay for a heron rose off an invincible boulder not pertinaciously perturbed to stand backyard a graph of longevity around clodded sky and clouded over lightning of ruffled waters.Your gloomy morning of dying dream that didn't matter turns into your glorious morn of accomplishment over volatile waters.Over wavy silky waters where butterflies jinked and novel roads to stardom uncovered where cigarette smoky,blue campered friends drank coffee and clogged with dints of neplulstra .Fresh coffee in thick dark smelled and blue scent of smoke for the breakfast coffee and sedate with radio telling frequencies and warm daily news that sparkling wined curiosity .Anyway rising waters of frequent waters bring the novel tidings of the spring tide