I see secrets in rain, washes down shore.
Reeds beat wetness and sun, to timber tantrums and bouncing belongings zephyrs waves.
Sunny vistas beach to a dimes chance.
To a stone waiting and at the door a stranger waited
But I do not wander I do not wander I do not waste it it’s the evening
Through the palms of both my seasons dawn. Drowning visibly beneath the waves
That you sent to me all the way gone