Tidal

Sea sings aloud a constant song
of rushing gravel all night long.
As waves curl inward to the land
the moon reveals a foaming band
that stretches far along the shore,
then ocean claims it back once more.
Such restless movement, never still,
salt spray upon my window sill,
while in my dreams there comes a day
when surging tides drag me away,
to join for all eternity
those whispered secrets of the sea.

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