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.