Desire writes in the sand. I see

braided currents swirl around me.

Waves whisper doubt. 

The tide is out. 

Floating secrets pulled out to sea. 

Even if the sand castles fall

and water breaks upon them all

The ocean swells 

gifts broken shells 

With open hands I’ll come. I’ll call. 

Anchor me. Master of the deep.

Let not the sea breeze howl and weep. 

On darkest night 

In lunar light

Foster hope I can hold and keep. 

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