Seashore kisses from ocean travel
in air of breeze.
They tickled senses
awakening the past.

Past of when time slowed
and sun shinned.
When bag of sea shells
became our gold and sand
made us children again making castles
that invited fish to enter inside coming tide.

Until sun said goodby taking the wind
and I walked home alone
sending a prayer to the rising moon
that the tides would bring you home.