By Molly Knight-Smith
To forge a path in this grey scene
Is to find the order in chaos.
Ambivalent frenzy, good and bad,
To give and to take is loss.
A breaking wave on languished rocks
Will glimmer, it's taking its prey.
But prey is what we all become,
Down here on Raven's bay.
Ocean air is like a song;
A siren, a chorus, a warning.
Intoxication with its beauty
Is sure before too long.
The frenzied world's on pause,
As day turns day, to day.
It's all a hazy spectre
Down here on Raven's bay.