I've writ of the sea
Adrift from the shore
But I've never felt safety
So helpless before

Consumed quick by high tide
So swift from the low
I'll weather, abide
Each wuthering blow.

Crushed by the waves
Drowned in the roil
When the tide folds I'll see
What truths will uncoil

See I'm not afraid
Of the waves, of their breadth
But when seizing tides fade
I'll be out of my depth.

There's no time to think
When you're gasping for air
With nothing to drink
But the saltwater fair

It's simpler to breathe
When it's all I can do
If I haven't a voice
When there's no choice but you.

I'll be stuck in the sand
When this sea returns home
My heart will cede deeper
And sink in the loam.

The soft silt will turn rigid
As salt becomes rime
The low tide will grow frigid
Sift sands, over time.

Unearthing the truth
Plain spoken in prose
Of the salt surf and sea
My tender heart knows.