Deep magenta smears
Sand upon the horizon
The ocean
She breathes
Gentle waves crash the shore
Like water splashing a dance floor
The undertow reveals the shimmer
White clouds of salt bubble smooth
The ocean
She reaches for me
Each wave a bit further back
She is losing with this tide
As for tonight
The moon pulls us away
Taking a step closer to let her win
She gently touches my feet
Playing this game with mother earth
How I long for your touch
Watching the red ball
Sink into the skyline
The sky cools
Colors of blue
Grey sand
Soft hands
Today
It is just me who is going down
The sun
She is merely just passing us around
The traffic blurring
Cars churn to a crawl
Winding down the sunset
Yellow lines
Red lights clear
Eyes make them smear
Pulling my scarf closer
I know it will be dark again soon
And my mind will be too
Watching the ocean reach out for me
I wince at her losing stretch
I remind her that tomorrow
She will win again
When the moon lets us go
We can out stretch our arms
And touch dry land
Until then
Into the night we sail
Slowly losing this fight
Heading towards the moon
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