white daisies popping up over an sapphire horizon
sinking back to their origin casually with the tides
The depths rock and sway to a primal rhythm
A dance that has lasted for an eternity
and that grows stronger with each passing moon
Creatures struggle against the beat
They know nothing but hunger and life
A bright light breaks through the wispy twilight
illuminating the last moments of day
where the sky and sea are parted
Reaching towards each other but never able to touch
Note: Is this cheesy? It seems a little . . . I don't know, forced to me.
