Beach House

I watched the sea, as she gushed
forwards, warming my little home
that grew weary of the tide, hushed
in the day, under the white foam

That stirred the dulling dreams
of the skies that dully gaze
at the laughing child's screams
as she ran in the salty haze.

I fear the sea, her reaching arms
draw me in, tearing me from my
home, from the loving swarms
of loud laughs and sagging sighs.

I hurry to my right
As the sea thunders in.
Under the dying moonlight,
I struggle, as do my dying kin.

I cling to the cascading sand
I hurry to my left
In the gash of my homeland,
that the waves had cleft.

And lo! it is suddenly quiet again.
And again I rush to the side.
Under a sheet of sand. And again,
my home is where I hide.