Water broken.
White belly borne.
Tide has chosen
Dusk or morn’.
Crashing, Crushing
Rock to sand.
Sea, the boss.
The bitch, the land.
Which am I?
And who are you?
Horizons broken
In shades of blue.
Sea, the boss
As clouds descend,
Mountains crumble
And waves upend.
Moon arrises softly,
Stately, No big show.
Gently reminding
with her glow
To us all
She peaks and pulls
Even the waves
In her control.
Moon has chosen
One with strength.
Quietly pulling, straining
Breaking banks
Of stubborn pride
Heart’s protections.
Head and hide
Think they are saved
Till all is revealed,
Moon has chosen
One with strength.
I the sea,
my fear the banks.
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