I have stood
watching the sea lash, persistent
It like you often recedes, only to rush
In its barrage of incoming tide
Spraying mist, splashing my face
Waking me up, from a stillness
To be bewitched
Such, so much, often overbearing
Clouding my mind, only to remind
It shall recede, the sun set, rise again
Like a diorama,yet in constant change
Often I wish to not blink
For like you this sight is a beautiful haunt
For at night when I sleep, if I do,
Your craving dawns, like those waves
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