The silence broken by breaking waves
moving sand inward then outward.
Into the vastness and endless blue water
that have taken many a soul over time.
Listen to the howl of the crashing waves
or the slight whistle of the waters breeze.
And hear those lost at sea
cry for help from the depths below.
They couldn’t escape the waters grasp
nor nature’s wrath.
Their last breath taken away by
the very beautiful waters before us.
Hear their cries in the waves.
Feel their tears in the mist.
We see beauty from the beach while
they saw a beast from below.
Now their souls weep.
May we honor them forever.
This was written for The Mag #159
Mind of Shoo 