salt for me

in the sea this destitute finds solace,
behind crimson waves he hides his face,
watching dreams that matter from these mirages,
the hunter hunts and saves a smile for his prey,
he feel the resentful heat soothe his balmy skin,
as the liquid avalanches slowly roll in,
the salt settles its eye in the centre of his taste,
he ponders on about this esqusite charade before,
this calm is just another mask he realized,
as the storm beneath pulled him in...