Here

Amber in the water, the lights that play in dark
And the moon's wake, rushing to kiss our toes
Once

Eyes adjust as Time keeps the rhythm of the waves
Shadows appear
To play amongst the frothing water

Stars light and bowed necks straighten
To gaze

Words are spoken in the lighted dark
And looks cast
Like stones
Skipping across the deep
Of another's eyes

Inquiries are made
Soft requests of a promising spirit
Whose mere being is a balm to
The soul

Waves thunder
The waters boil and roar
In lines like troops rushing
To pile haphazardly against the walls of sand
At our feet

I speak

The water,
Now at its greatest extension,
Striving to touch
Looks like
Lace

Shoulders,
Once burdened down with a weight
Heavier than that water,
Are now bare enough

To recieve a kiss

In the moonlight

We still throw shadows

'Neath our feet

The sand still moves

Our breath still disturbs the air around us
But in that reservoir of nature
The waves still crash
And turn to lace
And go no further.