My thoughts were washed down the shore
gathering into a bundle
before forming into an indecisive wave.

The wind changes and they are hurled against the giant's rocks
which he placed along the Spanish beach side.

Now my once reliable thoughts swim atop the water hoping she won't find them again.
It's alright though
the seagulls got to them first.

Now my mind fly's high with them
and I finally feel at peace.