I can hear the far off roaring <br />of the breakers in the darkness <br />as they pound upon the shoreline, <br />and the curlews softly calling <br />are but voices and as lonely <br />as the moon that calls the tides in.<br /><br />Pete Crowther<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/high-tide-at-night/
