Lost, in the sea,
Self-destruction, its name.
Your motor churn up your leavings
As the sea rolls closer to shore.
A voice from the rocky cliffs ahead
Sings clearly to the lost rolling in,
When you crash, I am here and will gather
Your leavings that churned up in the sea.
Not once this will happen
Or even twice, but
Come when you least notice.
The wave will go silent and all will be right.
I'll have your leavings, that were lost in the sea
It had a name, self- destruction
Now the sea's name is
Copyright Denise A White 08/19/2012 (revised 6/21/2013)
written for Deb and all who understand