…and takes it all away

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