tide goes in and out...

The tide goes in then comes out,
I gaze upon the dark ocean waves from the safe distance of the railing of our ship…here on dark stained wood of the haul, the cream and bleached white sails above me, the night curling her fingers around the evening sun, as to rock the other to sleep beneath the sea.
I keep breathing deep, deeper and  deeper…
I relized I have closed my eyes, setting my sights back on once was a light up sky, finding small thunder clouds an almost grey light, not quite danger nor darkness, what may be a small imperfection, what power it will harnest?  An unanswered question, staying frail in the crisp air, the sea glowing a dark aquamarine, the goddess cradling the now small sun tenderly in her arms, ever blissfully.
...The tide goes in, the tide goes out...
Another day at sea...