the tide rises, the tide falls | an oceanic literary magazine

Coastlines lie in wake
from memories we've made...

ocean waves
advance then retreat...

I forgot what land was. Beneath
my feet? Something other...

Valencia again
(it bears much...

We are just silt
At the bottom of a pool...

Wait for me here,
away from the living...

I dreamt
the oracle of oceans...

this is the song
of our humpback hearts...

Drench my bones
Until they are submerged...

Every passing moon is lonelier than the last,
And you cry and rail against the ink of the sky...

On this windswept shore,
the beach of lost relics...

I have become something sharp
smoothed by sea...