Turbulent Tides
Whispering where the ear can’t hear
Waves crash and breach the beach
From my window I strain my brain
To eavesdrop on the tides
Really rushing to small arteries
And bluish veins, a series of reigns
A lullaby without lyric or lilt
Covering the earth in her damp quilt
What does water say when the weather is grey
“Wistful, wishful, wondering, weep”
Even when the ear does not wish to listen
The ocean continues her chorus
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