Waves of grace that
I'd never come to embrace.
Swaying in pace, arms
down to hands held so safe.

Waves of a morning's wake,
as eyes encompass one more smile.
And speak as sleepy as a
solemn star. So warm, sweet, alive.

Waves crash into our vessel,
as it flees with hands unscathed
unlike our barren feet. Docile, surely
sore they spit as sands seeps, finally free.

Waves among waves intrinsically
we know will never cease. Yet,
diligent our prints remain as promised
as a renewed morning's erase.

Waves so far away in days
where the past was futile, astray.
Waves I'd give a life for in place
of a lost lacune of love sailed away.