as I wander by the sea
footsteps filling gaps once there-
no longer- other footsteps fade
like stories - storyteller
I become as I draw nearer and nearer
and yet never in its grasp
it merely sweeps my soles with awe
like a lover without solace
going on about beneath
the many suns of time
and I drift further in the wake of dawn
as to watch bone turn into sand
to fill the void of lined up steps
i walk again to never turn my eyes towards
the longing limbs of foam
Lover of the sea.