The Deep

Smoldering rocks

Slowly heaten

By the glow

Of an eastern sun


Whispering winds

Around arousing tides

Of clashing water

Rippling and slashing


As west will set

Winds will change

When water crushes

The cooling stone


When the silver gleam

Reflects upon the sea

No sound

Will be deafening


The silence cries

Pulling you closer

Towards luring deep

In a bone chilling embrace


A soft shadow dances

On the misleading surface

Dark and airy

Similarity is the case


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