As the Sea rolls to the shore
smell the salt, feel it it every pore
My hair and skin turns to sand,
my feet start to burrow where i stand
as the salt water returns to the Ocean once more;
dancing, prancing,
foaming seahorses go on uncharted courses
cleansing them, then covering my toes as they go...
I feel as if the Waves are mine to command
in a senses of onesness impossible to describe,
but simple to understand
as i bid them welcome home,
knowing they will stay but a moment
to begin the eternal circle again
as Circe appears floating in an instant,
Seagulls swoop and dive in the distance,
gathering meals and squawking persistently,
laughing like sailors made mad by the Sun...
A shell lies uncovered for but a moment,
how many times discovered and unlike any other
shaped by the current, the sand and Time?
This Time it is brought home,
this one is mine...
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