We are two waves upon the raging seas, pulling away in opposite directions.
Words like the harsh winds of an autumn storm. Swirling and circling waters of deep blue.
Rising up in competition, lifting high above the surface.
With  edges of foamy white that fold slowly..quickly tumbling downward.
Hear the shout of broken water... crashing upon the shore.

What happened to those pleasant summer days? With the calm, graceful dance of the  waves swaying playfully in the warm sun.
Gliding smoothly  on the sand like pages turning in a book.
Rocking slowly beneath the moonlight.
Whispering it’s gentle song.

Not these enraged, hostile waters I can barely recognize.
Waves strangled by more waves.
Slowly sinking down to the ocean floor.
Trapped.