Waves rolling slowly, onto an empty shore,

Wash clean the pebbles and the sand,

Whilst bubbling white foam, marks

an evaporating monument to the journey's end.

Freely dancing on the open water,

Light, from the sleepy harbour, reflects

as facets of a cut jewel glistens

Into the gem cutter's eye.

No mourners in melancholic song,

Lament the sea's daily demise,

No memorial service is convened,

As the tide slows, then dies.

Bright blue waters of the day,

Dress somberly in the pitch of night,

Respecting those already lost before,

Sympathetically for those yet to die.

Gentle lapping, knocking, against the moored craft,

In a vain hope to stir even one human tear,

Only Posiden speaks the eulogy to the

Waves rolling slowly, onto an empty shore.