Rising falling, east to west
    The life of the ocean, shy's
            it's broken face.
             Can't you see the drawing,
               See the colors and
                 strokes and think
                  about what they mean,
         can you see it in all its grace.
         If you missed it don't worry,
          for this is The Forever
           Dance that we watch.
        Whether down in the quarry,
         Or stuck on the nightwatch.  
      The blazing ball and the cold
    crest are forever locked in a dance where the only hint at a
  rhythm is the crashing of waves.