Remorseless Waters
Salt filled air bites at my senses
as water from above
and below
intertwine,
woven together
in intense immersion with
an imminent addition
to the ocean's continuing collection
of structures,
made of the forests' dead
and
interlacing spines
from branches
given no chance to reach up,
to grow.
Now only to be resting
miles below their home,
standing meekly against the current
of the deep,
rather than the breeze.
Saturated skies echo sadness
from the sea,
while man's eye only grazed
upon the shore
before
remorseless waters' waves
tumble and pull to
underwater graves.
But still,
the sharp coldness of
the evening sky's drippings
set free the day's warm,
dense remnants
of sun clinging to air.
The mist dissolves
and the waves rest.
Copyright © Kylie Routley | Year Posted 2014
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