Seafolk Musings

01/11/2012 20:15

Weak eyes that watch a swollen sea, 
Stirring madly with diamonds,
Giving birth to the angry waves.

Sand beneath a pale and supine body,
Numb against the frosty wind,
Mutilated by crippled shells.

Admiring distant stars fading into sunrise,
Until the waves desire her once more.