She turns and the water crashes
against some sea side cliff. In a night
dress belonging to a maker we worship
true and instinctively, imperfections of
all men exposed in the revealing
darkness, the unexplained wonders
of the world are close. Words no
longer work but my arm reaches
around the source of it all.
So personified to some sea
side cliff, you work away the
brave, proud, scared and loud
hearted rock that was placed there.
Thawing away the particles that made
me foolish enough to feel that I could
stop from falling for the sea