Deep and black
But far from fright
Her waves smile at me.
Without speech
She murmurs softly
As if she has once felt pain.
Who am I to think
She has not confronted
Loneliness or change.
Though words cannot
Comprehend this ephemeral whisper
I see more in her darkness than in daylight.
A poem dedicated to the comforting, midnight waves during my trip to Malta.