Sorrow has engulfed somber,
the light is dim here in silence.
The shore is tearing apart
my soul the edges they erode.
I feel the sea’s violence
it harbors no cool sip of water
from any estuary or stream;
and what the sea touches changes.
This little life of mine I
know it’s larger than I conceive.
I’m touched by fathoms cold
and no method is the madness.
But beautiful is the damage
for torn and worn earth harbors
the lives us of are we not
the same as nature’s disfigurement?
Everything has a balance
and to the eyes may they behold
stories told of the madness,
as older we all well grow.