the waves are softly dancing,
reaching out their hands towards the shore,
beckoning souls to wander into their midst,
to bring back to their watery home.
the waves keep on coming,
calling out to tortured souls that wait
standing by the shore seeking solace
to the hurts their minds do bear.
the waves are already rolling,
tugging softly at flesh cold to the touch,
egging them towards their silent home below,
where peace they may find upon their escape.
-The Elusive Scribe 091013-