The Waves

A dot of light

on the ocean’s canvas,

silent thoughts

voiced by waves.

 

Shadows of nothing

on cold, damp sand.

And the breeze

like wet silk on warm skin.

 

Waves chasing waves—

each like and unlike another,

like musings of the mind

born and reborn together.

As one, the moon, the sea

in all humility,

echo melancholy,

excite lunacy.

Thus unseen,

the ambiance thrives,

the night survives,

till the first light of the dawn shines.

 

And then the play, comes to an end

like nothing, ever happened.