I see it coming,
the running surf coming towards me
ready to devour all things that I have that is bright as the sun,
and envelop and drown me in momentary sadness.
As the moon waxes and wane, the tide elevates and
completely devour all the hapless souls in its way.
Beneath the salty waters, I didn’t suffocate but
I contemplate as the water passes through my body.
Slowly the salty flood subsides, emancipating me
from the liquid prison, leaving me clean and brand new.
However, the tide is perpetual and gets higher
and higher as time goes by. It will come back
for me, each time I try to leave those moments
filled with salty tears.