Staring out over the water

The old man stares out at the sea

Never drowning in its depth

Nor being washed away in its flow

Keeping his ears wide open

for the screaming gull

Keeping his eyes wide open

for the crashing wave

Each tide holding him tight

Then letting him free to go.

Turning from the watery expanse

He feels its lunar inspired pull

A comforting tug on his sleeve

To return to its liquid grasp.

His head turns to look once more

To whisper adieu

Until the next time

The sea calls out his name.

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