salt

the ocean rages on

and it pours out of her mouth

as i hear the all familiar sound

and in calmness i lie

and i let it wash over me

and i let it clean me

of what i had thought

and i let it clean me

of what i will think

as she breathes in rhythm

as the tide pulls in

the salt and the sand

as the tide pulls out

the gold summer sun

as the tide pulls in

the beating on the rocks

as the tide pulls out

i am sinking