The Shore

Into the roll me down roll me over,

Waiting for the tide

Into folds of salt and stinging,

Down into the long, long lost

Surging rhythms

Lost forever, where no one can find me out.

Tangled cadence of liquid after music,

The sea

Pulsing to the anywhere of the music

Leaving me where I need to be,

Swimming in the warm long song.

Riding me upon curling salt crested waves,

Rocking, rolling,

High upon sands beside a green glass sea,

Splashing emeralds between tip and toe.

The shore