The seas of discontent are rolling on the shore,
Falling on the soaking beach,
Licking at the sand and shingle,
Salty water and sand they mingle,
Bringing with it creatures, that eat the **** of sullen swollen seas.

Sea brings with her the morning light,
Teases at her heart again.
She is beautiful, the morning tide,  that brings with her gifts so powerful,
Unhappy when she sits, she sits and thinks of him,
Leaves tide marks on her heart again.
(C) Livvi