salt
the ocean rages on
and it pours out of her mouth
as i hear the all familiar sound
and in calmness i lie
and i let it wash over me
and i let it clean me
of what i had thought
and i let it clean me
of what i will think
as she breathes in rhythm
as the tide pulls in
the salt and the sand
as the tide pulls out
the gold summer sun
as the tide pulls in
the beating on the rocks
as the tide pulls out
i am sinking