The Letter

 

Angry brown billows breaking
The sun shines but ceases
To penetrate the murky waves below
Where no one knows how deep
The water goes
Where the Kraken sleeps
And calls its home
Get too close and you will reap
What you have yet to sow
White caps screaming white noise
Crashing, Crushing, Cracking
Kissing Trees beat wildly against each other
Love always eventually sours
Nature in her finest twisted hours
On this beach, at this pier
Where we met twenty years ago
I am writing you this letter.
In a few days, a few miles from here
I will lay it gently on your
Withered grave.
I miss
I wish