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-


The Sea


By the shore the sea becomes hesitant,
touching sand yet receding back to its beginnings.
Afraid to pass a world not of its own kind,
yet always there to test its courage,
stepping boldly on sunlit land until fear returns
and pushes it back to its frothy home.


-The Elusive Scribe 041013-