Nocturnes by the Sea By Quoux Notice the wind's whispering wail, Or the soothing shift of the sea. Could another curious creature exist To have delivered such a mighty, shattering, midnight melody? Unknown to the night's Revolution to day, Never would it have thought that a creature might stay Ever so often though it may, Singing by the shore's melodic sway. Because birds bid goodnight Yonder sea t'would it tell. Testing the tide with it's toe, hoping to hide in the sky when it's low, Ever so softly singing its song. See, you never would notice at night walking along Every single small, simplistic, detail of A soft sight of nocturnes by the sea. Every Morning After Watching the World Burn By tomfoolery Every morning after watching the world burn when the smoke still trickles out of the cracks in the pavement and a faint trail of embers still lingers on the sunless streets, I hop in the shower and try to wash the soot from my fingertips, try to rinse the resin from my hair. I change into clothes that still smell like smoke and drink a cup of coffee that tastes like coals going down. Ashes fill the sky, falling from charred palm trees and landing on the waveless ocean, now reduced to a sort of teal color that blends with the clouds and smudges the horizon line into and endless mass of rolling smoke, and off-color blue.