Filling the Void

And we will watch the ocean moon
Whisper to the sand
And gently pull the waves
From sea to sky to land

And we will taste the salty breeze
Linger in the air
And begin to paint the rain
That's gone before it's there

And as the ocean swings between us
Exposing two white hands
The wind will lick our lips
As the ocean makes demands

And we will smell the briny perfume
Sharpening the sky
A black and bitter beauty
That's young enough to die

And we will hear the summer storm
And a sound will reach the ear
Of a frantic fiddle fighting
For the moment's end is near