The Sea was Dead
The sea was dead; the moon was gone. She had wandered in her orbit, falling away as the decades and centuries and millennia tore at her. She longed to go, and into the star filled void disappeared.
The sea was dead. No more waves christened the shore in their salty embraces, ebbing gently away only to crash forward again in the next instant, kissing the world lovingly. Still and lifeless was the sea. The sea was dead and lay there, alone, longing for the moon.