The Night sweeps in
Oh, how dark the sky
Lit by pin-point stars
A bright orb hangs
Shining over breaking waves
Their soothing roar
Inhale…. Exhale….
Breath forming a veil
The cold north wind
Leading me onwards
Smooth, warm sand
Hindering my steps
Whispered warnings
Of strong tides pulling
The gull’s shrill cry
Danger, he calls
Either to heed his advice
Or to continue walking
Forwards, towards the sea’s call