I had been waiting for so long
For the singer and her songs
And the day arrived for me to watch her perform live
On a Saturday night

She has been on my playlist for more than a year
Her voice so unique, every morning a joy to hear

The stars twinkled in the sky  
The stage a spectacle, alive
She walked in her glittering costume, all glam
Her troupe, by her side, electrifying

In her deep and mesmerising voice
All heart and soul, she sang
The audience entranced, danced

To the pulsating music and strobing lights
Colourful confetti,  rained down on the ground

We lounged, spellbound
As Fireworks illuminated the sky
Culminating in a crescendo of fire and sound
A night to remember, divine

The sea is a man who takes without asking
bruising you endlessly, soft as undertow
His touch a quiet violence
Yet still people come, drawn to the light
the shimmer of morning sun on water
The glint of shells and sea glass bright
Seeing only the beauty, the grace
not what lurks beneath the surface
The sea knows how to hit
To drag you back and carve his name deep
A quiet ache left in the wake of water
Salt water slips into the cracks
Spreads like fingers on skin
Darkening every place it touches
he takes what he wants and leaves what he likes
her pain eroding into the shore
and while the tide still hurts
and the salt still bites
she can do nothing but
whisper defiance
into the night