I was reminded of this short poem when I saw Nanatehay's post  today. I asked him if I might dedicate it to his amazing work. 

I believe we are all  mesmerized by the sound of waves in the dark. Without horizon to measure distance and color to measure depth, we concentrate on the sound. It soothes. It is hypnotic. It invites our imagination.

For Nanatehay....and his night visions: 

 
Night waves invade the shore.

Black under a darkened sky they
Pillage beach and dune for gold and coin.

Tributes for Neptune.

They erase as they plunder.

They want my words, my steps, my soul.
They feed the Deep with human desire and regret.

Tenacious and greedy. Trinkets are not enough.

On lacy froth they leave enticements.
Opalescent shell. Bits of colored glass.

They whisper “Stop and gather”

They beg “Come to the edge.”

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