The Wind Comes

…and takes it all away

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In the quiet moments
between the darkness
and the light
I hear the songs of the sea
calling softly to me

the tides ebb
the tides flow
in constant repetition
like the moon
seemingly eternal
they are forever joined
yet forever
oceans apart

for brief intervals
the sea’s surface
mirror still
is gently painted
in the shimmering veils
of the moon

an undeniable alchemy
a fragile connection
always at risk of breaking
but ultimately
as paper conquers stone
the wind comes
and takes it all away
© Ann Bagnall