The waves they kept on coming.
Landing on what we call the shore.
And faded back into abyss.
And keep coming back for more.
Me? I sat there drinking.
Into the deepest darkest night.
There was something in that magic.
And you were out of sight.
I swam into the ocean.
The sea, the salt, the sand.
Can’t say why I keep coming back.
Except… nothing better planned.