Nighttide
Inhale once again
The scent of tanning lotion,
These lying dreams reprise
Summer clouds and skies
Now that we are broken.
Nothing can be done
To bring back what is gone
Or change words we've spoken,
Dreams turn to dust
As this love poem must
Be claimed by the ocean.
Nothing else remains
Not guilt, revenge or blame
Devoid of all emotion,
The sea takes the land
Erasing all my plans
In one mighty motion.