Static

Lonely sea, empty sky... The ocean following the great luna eye

Lonely sea, empty sky.
The ocean following the great luna eye
following the call of the undeniable tide.

Is a wild call and a clear call from the gull,
As the flung spray,
the blown Spume sending the grey mist lying
on the seas grey face,
Not like a whetted knife?

Quiet sleep, sweet dream.
The ocean that holds it's starry sheen
deafening the cry of a last fading scream.