waves

rolling, lolling, rushing

brine white crests

mounting high

higher

meet the shore

i stand

alone

waves lapping at

toes, ankles, knees

rising

a warming coolness

seeps into me

engulfing

washes over me

waters run

through me

cleansing

quenching

filling empty spaces

the void in me

murmurs with sea

moaning

softly crying

watching

waiting

for moon to shine

tenderly to

caress the weariness

gently

softly

breezily

tears ebb

with the tide

join the sea

brine within brine

sinking to fathomless depths

i ebb drop

by drop

i join

the sea.