The loneliness of waves is sea deep
and is opaque enough for my peep.
There is a struggle in the distant scene
Nearing the shore it subsides to glean
the innocence of children in the sands.
The evening star shines through twilight
as a twinkle in the eyes of a crying baby.
The waves well up to match
the grief of walking shadows.
The brine in the gale parches me
as the waves recede into darkness.