Shore of the Beloved

Wind pours against your face.

It touches with two hands 

And brings it closer for a kiss.

This is the shore of the beloved.

Surf unrolls…

Here white suds search

The cream of dreams,

Reach their limen and return,

Bringing new hopes and visions

With every new wave.

Each rings hidden clocks in the rocks 

In swirling surf

That unscroll around your feet 

With the foam-born goddess.

Many hands twist within them

As do many within the sea

And within the wind

To tell time

From timelessness.