The waves crashed against the cliffs
And spray flew into the air.
It copied the flight of the gulls above
Who circled without a care.
The water moved with an ancient rhythm,
And was deep and dark and rough.
The pull of the moon became stronger still,
It would never be enough.
The tide came in and swallowed the beach
Leaving patterns on the ground.
The pebbles surrendered to the force,
And followed without a sound.
As the world spun round the sea retreated,
Moving softly away.
It carefully, gently, uncovered the stones,
And then dwindled with the day.