A sea holds no secrets,
but memories long forgotten,
a passing sun of each day
slips into its depth, and settles
with stories from every shore,
which the sea has washed away.

Sand from a lonely walk,
Stone from an angry soul,
a sinking ship’s standing mast...
A huge treasure within itself,
lies unseen from human eyes,
all stolen from the past.

A growing tide may yet bring,
from the depth of the sea,
to the farthest of all shores-
A seashell, maybe, or a rounded stone,
a token from another time,
A moment washed ashore.