The water trembles between my toes,
But the tide is yet to move,
Comforting solace repels the waves.
Sun holding itself from truth.
The sand here burns, melts away breath,
Chastising the silence, making it screech and bend.
But the water is cooling.
The tide is calming.
The waves bring comfort.
The sun still holds the truth.
The day time twists, pulling tightly,
Taking the last part of itself to keep for sure.
But the water has gone.
No tide exists, no waves.
The sun has set.