The Sea Foams At Night (collaboration)

I sit at my desk watching the flame of that tiny candle dance.

It flickers and leaps, caught in the draft as the ocean breeze forces its way past the window frames of this old, rickety shack.

I know that same breeze causes the water to churn,
white horses surging towards the shore.

Although I cannot see it, I know it tumbles rocks and stones,
As the stream will tumble, autumn winds will drop apples along its course to meet the sea - somewhere else.

where the television doesn't stay on all night and
cinnamon is always wafting through the air.
Somewhere filled with tranquility, unlike this riot
that's raging day after day within this chest of mine.

The sea foams at night and sometimes that's all we need,
To save ourselves from the apricot colored hues,
Of rustic mistakes that almost were,

But never made their way to the sea.

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