With the tide

The shore thirsts for the ocean
he reaches for her, receives her
ever in waiting
                    crumbling.

The ocean loves the shore
she greets him, kisses him
ever returning
                     retreating.

While the winds
bear their laments;

In darkness's fold
In daylight's hold
         for fear
         for hope
         for courage,
the messenger is,
                as ever
                        beholding.