The sea is set afire,
Burned wine red by the setting sun.
The waves carry the heat onto the beach,
Scorching my feet between the grains of sand.

The flames just barely miss the chance to reach me,
Setting every nerve to numbness,
Right down to the bone.

For amid a smoke drawn glare,
I can not see you.
I hear a constant cry for my name,
Yet there is no source to be seen.

My patience is unwavering to the elements,
Even as the temperature rises,
And your noise begins to fade.

I promise to keep listening.
 
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