The ocean floor holds the secrets of yesterday’s forgotten dreams,
unspoken words, and unquenched thirsts
Tightly packed beneath the shore
For another day
Another soul
Another fragment of another world
To relinquish, to catch,
chasing, reaching across far shores
Watch, look out, that white wash’ll draw you in,
churning out crumbled shells and eroded rocks
the secrets are nestled there in the foam,
the truths, and forgotten dreams,
the unrequited love, and unvanquished obstacles,
Bubbling, spattering, under a fresh and heavy wave
Each after the last washes up another soul, collecting,
To never be spoken of,
To never be seen.
Only to be felt then coiled
through veins and bone
