The waves never end,
Instead they break
A thousand times;
Sometimes so many in a moment
That opaque waters multiply,
And the sea turns blank
With far horizons of white-on-white.

And the moment's calm
Sat besides unbroken walls
Of white colts charging;
Sent off on unknown courses;
To far-off lives and places,
In lands that lie so distant,
That not a part of you
Will touch them,

But -

When the wave-ranks break -

Deep oceans bloom like retina,
And tell you something's waiting -
Something's drawing in the darkness -
Calling to whoever loves it
To fall between the breakers,
And land beyond their memory
In a place with no waves marching.

And then the trick;

The fall doesn't end;

And life is stuck
Between the depths and the deserts,
Where the waves are ever waiting
To spread like glass on deepening oceans,
Or force the united death of motion,


And leave us waiting on the surf


And waiting for the break


That will cut the long horizon


And our visions of wave and wake.