The Deep
Smoldering rocks
Slowly heaten
By the glow
Of an eastern sun
Whispering winds
Around arousing tides
Of clashing water
Rippling and slashing
As west will set
Winds will change
When water crushes
The cooling stone
When the silver gleam
Reflects upon the sea
No sound
Will be deafening
The silence cries
Pulling you closer
Towards luring deep
In a bone chilling embrace
A soft shadow dances
On the misleading surface
Dark and airy
Similarity is the case