Sitting on the shore in the dark stillness of night,
The waves roll in and out in their rhythmic,
Hypnotic dance,
Swelling, rising high up towards the moon,
Then falling and rushing back home to shore,
Over and over as if endlessly trying to reach heaven,
Then mourning their every failure.
I feel most alive under the light of the moon,
And full blanket of stars,
Tiny dots of magic piercing throug...