water recedes like
my hairline
waves cover me and tuck me in, keeping me
warm
through the night
my mother
used to pull the blankets up.
the marbled surface reflects my aged skin
the teary grey
my eyes
if only my day’s pages rolled across this frothy book
like the waves pass on
Infinitely
but alas I walk my last days on this sand
and I cry with the ashen birds that call in the sky
Tan cheeks match the safe shore
the sea foam
her hair
the flight of the gulls is her laughter
Soaring without
Inhibition
blue sea glass reflects
Majesty
in her eyes
her soft hands are weathered by the wind
and I hold them like the
horizon holds my gaze
but alas the current will take her
even if her cerulean beauty is never forgotten
