Now I'm only happy when I'm leaving,
Like this tide going out to ebb,
For it was the beginning of our retreating,
Amidst the laughing gulls,
And her slow braceletted steps,
We retreated so much further in,
As her sarong wraps her waist,
Her hair styled by the wind,
With loose strands over her face,
The gulls calmly floating, watching,
Undulating with the waves,
" That's a sand piper," I reply,
As I watch her squinting gaze,
Her anklet glimmering in the silver tide--
Of dying curls that gently fade,
Now I am only happy when I am receding,
For we were split apart returning to the extended beach,
And cleaved on the rocky purple jade,
As if I were only dreaming,
A cottage owns over the path we made,
Oh how I wish we could enjoy how the plovers run,
"Look at their little legs,"
But high tide must darken things,
When the ebb is done,
Far out we kissed as the sun was dimmed,
Now sand sharks and spider *****,
Patrol where we stood above,
Her anklet would be far submerged,
And sand pipers there are none,
Dam these petty but powerful purple jade rocks,
And that expanding cottage that cordoned off,
Now I am only happy when the tide is retreating,
And wish it to never return again,
With this jagged shore fleeing
We would walk out forever without an end.
Those lovely sky blue eyes, over sun burnt cheeks,
If only for eternity in low tide we could spend,
But now I pray for dreamless sleep,
When the moon is a silver bracelet upon the deep,
And over a purple jade the waves ascend.