Atonement.

The waves thought about it. They were alive. They dreamt of a shore. I was one behind her. She used to raise her head high in the sun. I saw her and my eyes knew the goal. She was the grandest of all waves. A bride-to-be ,who dreamt her atonement, her shore.
Her song was not seen only known. A vision of moment, in the now. The shore was near a wave shouted somewhere in front of us. She was a miracle I tell you. I had seen it. She just went ahead in to the shore. The light had faded. Then, then she was dead.