The sea is never gray
this time prior to dawn
but gun metal dark
the sea absorbing
the darkness of the night
the way by day
it absorbs heat
at night it sucks into itself the dark
as I make my way to the wet sand
where the waves kiss my feet
chilling me. making me ache all the more
for something I know
the waves have
already taken
something as cold as
gun metal
and as unmoving
something that is
beyond reach
so even the coming
sun won't warm its heart
I still long for it and feel the grip
of the sea around my heart
the beat of which
matches
stroke for stroke
the rise and fall of
the waves
the foam filling me more intensely
I feel to join it
the in and out of it
my warmth cast out
into the gun metal wave
until the sun comes
and if by miracle
the seas warm it again
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