The crest of the wave
Moves silent in the night
Beneath a moon that knows
Each year that comes and goes
Takes us farther from the light
The saline mist of a churning sea
Leaves tears that fall in long runs
Scarring the rocks temporarily
As water dries beneath the sun
To start again in the new day
Once more be washed away
Oct 23, 2020
Oct 23, 2020 at 1:46 AM UTC
The crest of the wave
Moves silent in the night
Beneath a moon that knows
Each year that comes and goes
Takes us farther from the light
The saline mist of a churning sea
Leaves tears that fall in long runs
Scarring the rocks temporarily
As water dries beneath the sun
To start again in the new day
Once more be washed away
