A silver mirror in the silent night,
Cradling gales- nature's cries.
A bed of roses for the bleeding hearts,
Winds that stitch incurable scars.
Golden rays that dance on waves,
Humming the tune of a distant strain.
But beneath those ripples that flatter the breeze,
Lie unheard tails buried in the deep.
Tails of cities once filled with life,
Of lovers holding hands greeting death with a smile.
Tears and sighs stuffed in pearls and shells-
A mask worn well but seen it all shred.
When the waves sway not with grace, but with fury, rage and spleen,
Letting out all the pain of carrying wounds that never heal.
When it breaks the night's peace, and makes the skies weep-
But nothing's only sweet; there's shadows that lurk in the deep.
The sea was never just the sea 💙✨