The Madness In My Wave

There’s a world of madness in my wave
A foam of white crest crazy and deep dark you.
Bubbling at my breast and tightening my neck.
Pulling at my legs and grasping at my hair.
That seaweed voodoo charging me off balance.
Singing me back, deep into cobalt nothing.
Where the depths are too great and the waves too high.
I crave the earnest shore and lapping lullaby of home.
I’m not alone in this wave.