Lovely Sand

We are lovely sand,
my love. Born
in breaking the trembling surface
of Time's broad
and turbulent stream.

Formed alone
together
between higher grounds
and greater shores.

Free to embrace wider waters,
or to harbor marshes within
and landlock our hearts
where grander currents cannot reach.

Our beaches growing
in the flow of all who came before,
but sliding soon under the swelling
unending undertow.

And sandbars
relentlessly shifting
across our coves of caprice
and inlets of intent.

So while the sighs of ages
still swim in our lagoons and eyes,
while we yet cling to air
and blue bright skies,
let our beaches sing in the sun
and the rising moon-swept tides.