A poem with a meaning attached to it.
The full moon looks down tonight
Upon the waves rising, powerful and majestic
It is that gravity, that pull
Which makes the waves more stately.
The sea gulls, they fly south
Rows and rows of birds visible in the sky
The dark sky, the ominous sky
Drowns the birds as they fly past.
The footprints in the sand
They speak of a long journey undertaken
But now, they disappear under the lofty waves
As the traveller too moves on.
The darkening sky, the rising tide
The dissolution of signs of life beneath them
When utter chaos reigns and light is nowhere visible
It is indeed that, which brings the traveler home.