She Walks on the Beach

Upon its great mesh,
of bliss furled. Of mist abreast. Apprising madness as grey, she left it howling;

Sensed by the absence vast, he too looks back and stares at a dream. Still time for the tides return and touch the sandy gathering behest where souls amass to covet feet - time she spent waded upon its "ebb and flow" like that shallowing swill and vein beneath it.

Her parting tow where their passion swells
Where fell the waves, where its saline wail

Ever wistful to bate her wandering of him and lucid so,

Where ever they ponder into that lovers fantasy and
fade the ocean between them and its thunderous clash


As the sand is warm beneath and her soles tempered by their sear
so did every waking grain sever from her waking symmetry in fear

And she'll tread to where it leads for love once met her there.