Voice of the Tide

Cone shells like spires

Currents flowing like desire

For the love that comes from sunset on the tides

The way they roll and tumble over each other

Race and rumble of the waves

Against the boulders bathed in brine

Hidden in the shadows of the lush, living rock pools

Where the water’s just a little bit colder

Are the crabs and octopi, snails and barnacles so shy 

Keep still, quiet when they get a little bolder

When the ocean’s aching bones 

Rush to find some sort of comfort

In the shore, it will rest and leave again

The tide, to and fro, going high then going low

Waves goodbye in the evening like a friend