Rhythmic confusion

There's a sea floating in my head
Tug and wave
The moon hungs from below
Waiting for all the grace to mend
And the roaring of the rain
Whips past before my eyes
Little lithe sorrows too fast for me to hold.
So I'm breathing now.
So I'm learning the meaning of an echo.
If you remove the blue,
leaving a shade paler
how long is there to white?
Through the rain that pierces the sea
through the chaos that ripples the waves
Standing right there
In a world where ripples don't fade.