The waves come crashing down,
and silently roll in.
Cold water flowing towards the sand,
not telling where its been.
Salt and life are churning,
swirling in the sea.
Still at night,
will the middle of the ocean be.
Grasp onto the high tide,
waiting to become low.
How bright the moonlight,
when floating on the surface slow.
My raw feet at last reach
the safety of the sand,
the warmth of the beach.
Looking back at its beauty,
I realize the ocean speaks.
Unfortunately it lacks a heart
and is not the comfort I seek.
and silently roll in.
Cold water flowing towards the sand,
not telling where its been.
Salt and life are churning,
swirling in the sea.
Still at night,
will the middle of the ocean be.
Grasp onto the high tide,
waiting to become low.
How bright the moonlight,
when floating on the surface slow.
My raw feet at last reach
the safety of the sand,
the warmth of the beach.
Looking back at its beauty,
I realize the ocean speaks.
Unfortunately it lacks a heart
and is not the comfort I seek.