Back from tide,
Bride of leagues
Wound in a polished ring
Salt and brine in which I am bound
For eternity- for eternity!

I wanted to possess the valley
Contain the wave
The towering volcano
And the forest saved
Pressed in my book, never to change

With people I’ve seen
Gathered and known
All of them a storm has grown
They’re fragile as those sand dollars too-
Tiny hole, pale, consumed

To not possess is
To be free from loss
I can let the
Coral reaper take who it wants
The tide is mine- for eternity- for eternity.