The shore-line calls tonight, and I oblige.
Shoes in hand, I stride drained sands
And follow ebbing tide.
Stray wisps of cloud paint dusk in sooty
Streaks, as winged flurries bring home
Solo birds here to roost.
Small waves break, ripple gently then enfold
My sandy feet in foam, puddles
Shine wet, like molten gold.
Abandoned shells lie dry in endless rows,
Oiled seaweed slips aside, as
Crabs rush, and brush my toes.
Night sky darkens, stillness fills the quiet air,
I know somewhere he gazes
At the same star, sharing.
Timeless ebb and flow allows for dreaming.
I walk contented home, sure
This place gives life meaning.
Fay Slimm
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/ebb-tide-dreaming/
