out of the shallow

the pull of the tide

reaching out for the wanderer of edges

sweetly rippling cool over sand hot feet

lost forever some words in a bottle

now seaglass granted and wish true

hiding it's intention

as mutable as an island's slowly rising

lava from the inscrutable ocean deep

unspoken is yet written on the silent thought

energy applied did leave it's pretty marks

upon the coast

inlets and cliffs

the caves and old pathways

old windows let the Venusian water in

the birth of Aphrodite washes everything

the deep rumble of breaking waves

thunder blown into a tiny hiss and sizzle

the world tilting in the sunlight

the glass tide receding

here come the horses