The crash of the waves is a silence,

Which comes from far out at sea.
The wind that howls its jaunty tune could not quell
The fear in me.

Had jagged rocks along the harsh shore
Sliced open the flesh of my palms,
My unguarded heart could not be deterred and never
Would it have calmed.

The heart’s discovery is daunting
To even the bravest of souls.
I raced along those deadly shores, but a fool
Would idly stroll.

I used such frightful means to inquire
About those secrets held so near,
So that knowledge locked away in my mind
Could be made so clear.

I’ve made contact with the crystal waters,
Whose silence rages wildly.
And I’ve left behind those changeable shores
To live mildly.

When brilliant sunrays strike the surf,
My soul cannot help but sigh,
But when tides return with my heartache in hand,
My bliss must die.

I strain to see through the sea’s trickery
While such demons disrupt my day.
I find I am partial to quainter moments
Apart from the fray.

Waves wash over me and sing me asleep,
While sorrow sleeps in my heart.
Treacherous passion will flutter within me,
While I come apart.

The currents’ slender fingers beckon,
Calling me back to misery.
For now, I turn from such wretched love, silent
With the sea.