Across a desperate ocean,
Beneath a cloud of grey,
I will wait.
In the ravenous wind
The waves prowl against the rocks
In ruin. A wicked action,
Yet I remain
Aimless and unfazed
By the utter destruction in my sight.

But in the moonlight,
The ocean shines like a beacon on the bay,
Encased in its soft silver glow,
The waters no longer seek vengeance.
Desiring your presence instead,
Yearning to reach the shore.

At the sight of the sea,
Does the sun quiver.
An ocean caressed by the touch of the moon,
Yet in loneliness it remains,
As it awaits the arrival of a fearless
To explore its waters in glee.

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