Tuesday, August 14, 2018

#Bethetide

Rushing ashore
Every wave counted succinctly 
One behind the other

Building and building
Climbing and climbing
Falling and falling

Until crashing upon one
Another and gasping with
Every other ripple

We spill out again
And surrounded by
Friends we slow into a

Flow towards the shore

Into pink sands
Lapping at Your
Feet