Waves

Which limits passed would sway a world?

Our finite words are waves,

spoken to the sky, caressing the shore.

Fury storms the ocean currents,

water reaches higher to spear the sand,

yet the land and the sea stay silent,

still.

Madness sips water from reservoirs

and spits on the burns of ancient life,

as the miracle curse of carbon falls on our heads.

The waves are soft and slow, the Earth in motion,

unswayed as we watch the water grow

further from our eyes, sunken beneath the sea.