
Time is kept in pacific tides Sand filing the empty spaces between seconds As the sea throws herself against the shore To please the moon
Chasing waves along the beach After the moon and before the sun Hopping over the stars as they dance in the wet sand A map of the universe reflecting in seeking eyes pointed upwards
Then to awake to a sunrise where pink sky sinks in to soft sea Scanning the horizon for answers Feet splashing in to get closer Only to break the illusion with ripples Finding a blend of dreams and reality


Beautiful!!
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