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