Those long streaks of crushed velvet -

Watch as they fold with destructive beauty

The arms of the ocean as they were,

Lift their own weight with such steed

And just as reach a mountain’s peak,

May they crumble to nothingness

and melt into the next one.

A vast blanket of ripples

That is forever torn at the seams

Ruptured in a million places,

All at once

Though quickly re-stitched

in one momentous swoop

secured in this perfect motion,

They shall all complete their duty

A cycle that never faults

Under the watchful eye of the moon

She recollects herself once more;

Selects her bricks and cement

to build a brand new wall

Watch her smooth out each crease

as she ascends to her throne

Just as a baby bird grows into her swan

Gracefully, she bends her neck

Then the underbody swiftly snaps

A volcano erupting

A landslide collapsing

A wave crashing.

In a single blink,

she is unstitched by her pounding force

And, like a flesh wound, she bleeds out

Littering the tide with thick white clusters

Pieces of her skin shattered like stain glass

Never fear

She will rise once more

Within the body of another wave

But never again in this form

She’s always changing

Coming and going

So I guess you could say,

She was one of a kind