Swell to Fall

There’s something odd about the way the ocean flows
back and forth, she comes and goes
at night the sunset draws her in, upon the sand
into a lover’s waiting hand
the ocean swells and throws

And then one day I looked upon and saw her blue
deep within the moonlight’s hue
she came not near the silky sand to rest once more
escaping from a lover’s shore
the darkness fell and grew

What is a shore without its sea, a man alone
fortune speaks such words unknown
a vacant thump that pumps against a barren plot
a bullet strikes without a shot
a king without his throne

Rebecca Turner

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