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I.

Foam washes

There is no horizon

Grey melds to grey

Faceless clouds blend into churning ocean

Daylight comes and goes

The inevitability of each wave crashing is like the rise and fall of the sun

II.

Inland

Salt spray is a distant memory

We must live on in understanding that the wind will not smell of ocean

And the mountains don't see why we grieve

III.

Left behind by endless roads

Hours pass and

This time I'm buried in your memory

As my last vision of you falls away and fades into my dreams of the sea

IV.

Feel the silence as it envelopes you

When the empty dark of your own head starts to feel like a sanctuary

You can speak

V.

Foam washes

There is no horizon

The sun sets on an empty sea

In the fleeting last rays of the winter sunlight I have a momentary relapse

I am crying on my knees in the sand and everything finally makes sense.

It's over

The moment is gone

And the sunlight

With it