Waters past have ebbed and washed
Those pebbles smoothness to the touch
For so long have they lain
Passing driftwood rolls on by
While that devil moon draws
The tides anew
Every wave that is crashed
Every twig that is smashed
The roughness of the sea
Erodes all time
Like a fingerprint so unique
Traces in history are steeped
Swells of frothy evening course