Oh how I heard it in the nighttime
Soft waves that breech the sea and fall onto land gracefully and with the will of thunder
I stand there taking it in
Miles ahead it is black
In there is the beginning and the end and all you feel is a fear but you stay standing ankle deep
Could you not bare yourself to move?
Could you not take yourself from the cliff you now stand on?
An oceans shelf ahead year by year reaching closer to you
You came into the water knowing what it was becoming
What comes forth to the quiet beach at night
And the faint hiss of the foam and the unseen creatures whose presence caresses your being
For what in the night slumps in the corner of your vision waiting for something more?
And if you look forward into that ocean, is it really there? Will it crawl on its hands and knees to you?
What is worse in the end
And no matter how many times you ruminate it coming for you
Your heart it lunges forward at the image
Unstill like the water surrounding