August 07, 2019

The waves tell the shore
Let me try again

And the shore waits
Listening to the loving sounds
Traced on her open palm
In papillary lines

The sound of one wing
Beating on a misty wind
The whisper of a steady hand
Smoothing skirts of golden sand

Waves bear gifts to the shore
Who picks them up and says no more
Waves boil and rage in war
Stern beaches echo back their roar

I'll try again, sigh sun-bright sheets
Melting away beneath our feet