I've been waiting here by the shore
as the sea introduces the tide
The brilliant whispers of stars are
stark white against bruised sky.
I feel tortured by incessant pounding
of the water's war against the sand
It's the yearning moon who plays so violently
that I wish to comfort, brush it's cheek with my hand.
But i find it's me who craves solace
with such brutal natural forces
it is I, who will not mind my business
wont let things run their courses
My arms are feeling numb now
the heavenly bodies are giving way
the beaten sky's wounds are healing
and turning into day.
i should be going to find something
who's gait is placid and composed
because the oceans demons are constant
and the sand's heart too much exposed.
