There's a wistful song entangled in my head,

uplifting itself in the hushed hours of dawn.

 

and I can’t decide what it is, exactly.

and I’m not entirely sure where it comes from.

 

but in the understories of the ambience,

I can hear the brash thrust of the waves toward the sand,

and then the slow draw-backs of the ocean crusade,

carrying pebbles and sea shells and whatever else 

that failed to cling on such severed shores.

 

and though the title of the music eludes me,

I do know who composed it.