Before It s Wet

I don't chase the tide.
I wait where water breaks.
Every wave keeps time
Before the shoreline wakes.

Salt on my shoes.
Moon in the net.
I hear the small beat
Before it's wet.

Something keeps breathing
Under my skin.
The closer I listen,
The louder it's been.

I'm the Composer of Pulse.
I hear it first.
Before the ocean
Finds the words.

One hidden rhythm.
One slow flame.
The quiet already
Knows my name.

Palm on the rail.
Night in my lungs.
Every broken silence
Has already sung.

Driftwood. White shells.
Nothing stands still.
The tide keeps writing
Against my will.

Take me where the deep
Won't make believe.
One bright pattern.
One heartbeat.
One spark enough
To change the sea.

I'm the Composer of Pulse.
I hear it first.
The sea was singing
Long before the words.

One wave returning.
One endless sky.
The pulse was always here.
Tonight...
So am I.

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