Fractured Crystalline Forms

We stand at a cliff
Overlooking the churning waves below
As they overtake the rocks,
The salty foam a temporary visitor upon their backs,
The waves themselves erode the land,
And form their own permanent creations,
Their mark on the world is palpable,
Much like waves,
Words ebb and flow with the waves of,
Emotions and the way of the world,
Poetic words are far from fleeting
They stake their claim, proudly and unapologetically
Not in rocks brave enough,
To live among the tides,
But in the song of the sea, carried to land
In the turning of the tides
Following the moon’s pull
The currents that follow us to the grave
For words will be
The legacy of our voices,
Long after we have,
Have returned to sender,
Our bones resting in our watery graves.
Poetic words engraved in our souls.