Where water meets land
is the thin strip of change
I am walking the beach
in search of soul stones
that have waited lifetimes
in the dance between tides
Lost gems churned over and over by time
I see one suddenly washed upon the sand
Sparkling like the perfection of a lonely lover
I think of all the days
All the miles caught in the current
I rush to the beach
but destiny is too late
The waves have brought her back to the sea
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