Tide and Sun - Midnight Movies

This old secret state

Puzzled by definition

Visits me seldomly

Mostly present in my

Youth

Serenity and Over-

Whelming wonder

I wonder, will it

Visit me again

When I reproduce?

Or if I just wake up

At four a.m.,

Head towards the shore

With my blanket in my

Hand again?

To wake up with the

Tide and sun

As he stimulates my

Skin

As the flowers stretch

To greet the day

The shore a steady

Beat

While every micro-life

Is soloing

It’s almost tick-

Ling my stomach

Oh…