Stillness Poem

So this is the second poem I did for class. I like it a lot better, but it still has some issues, but I'm lazy. Enjoy! It's in Free Verse once again.

With an ever demanding world
I come to forget,
leave it all behind
but for the rocking of
wooden planks beneath,
bucking gently in time
with lapping waves.
The gentle curve of rocky shores,
sloping slowly towards the waters bed,
kisses the line of trees
within this sheltered cove
before breaking into untamable sea.

The mind goes still
as sun meets its death,
staining the clouds in its bleeding light
before being born again come morning.
The sharp scent of pine
mixed with brine sting my nose,
a reassuring scent reminiscent of times
spent in the frothy expanse
of the thirsty sea,
as rich a blue as
brand new jeans.

The echoing night fills with
nightingales trills
accompanied by a solitary owl.
Crickets play the strings
while wind plays through the leaves.
The slowly crashing waves
create the underlying beat,
like the bass and drums of a band
giving the rhythm and purpose,
tying together my own private
symphony.