where are the waters headed when they run
from my rigid ankles
frozen
icy cold and cleansed with salt
feel
serenity if not something
more than what you are
or were
when holding my form in a sea-
foam hand
slipping out of grass
i retreat
or was that you?
do you hear my name in the seashells?
i hear yours
in the echo of rising waves
and curious winds
across white sands
or were they
gold?
shimmering like the sun above
holding the warmth we
let go
and lost
and found ourselves when we
let go
so that something else will
hold you
like moonlight
turning through pages of tides
rippling oceans
reading the dreams that lift
the sea
between us