What tears are shed
Cannot be captured in a vial
Only swallowed
And it is as if I choke on
Ocean waves
Of Brine

The surf is a rhythm
As there is timing in
The seasons
The heart
The steps taken to make
One's way
Leaving impressions

On people
Places
In the sand
And we build castles
Spend hours
Translated to days
To years
Building castles
And our eyes make
Rain

The rhythm of the heart
The step of feet
Making impressions that
Wash away
As do the clouds pass
As do ships pass
What tears are shed are
Swallowed
Hard

Mistakes made
Do not make mistakes
And as sure as my prints
On the sand reveal
Is washed away
In sunset's glory
Are still tears
As we shed them
We shed a time of passing