Beyond the walls of sandbars and streams waves break into silent white foams often I've crossed them in my dreams beckoned by the distantly looming haze.
The sky goads me to traverse the stretch clouds hinder to ask what if rises the tide the sea is all around in deadly embrace her monstrous curls in hunger bared wide.
Climb the sandbars and reach her remoteness calls the wind of the sizzling September days as this would be gone in haste shelled in memories to be ever remembered.
I slip into the lagoon in a drunken trance the ripples break into a victorious song the sea she breaks into a joyous dance the time is here and the tides won't be long.