Rising Tide

Sea’s lament crashes with the wind,
Paired with salt taste and alone.

Soft sorrows follow the songs of lovers,
Longing for praise like a voyeur.

Desperate hours, how you linger!
All things sink in your wake.

Falling minutes become heavy.
Dark skies shiver before warmth.

Breaking dreams, howling night,
All things sink in your wake.

Sea’s lament crashes with the wind,
Paired with salt taste and alone.

rising tide

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