Of all words to be written in this sand,
These stand at shore, waiting for the
passing of waves in passion.
As shadows pass along; in awe passengers
Communicate in commentary.
Gazing on broken sea shells or dreams
Open bottles recovered from foreign
Star gazers speak of words
And live out actions vicariously.
Cursive at even tide, but even ink won’t
Break waves at sunset.
Although tonight minds have peace
Tonight, a celebration in the sand.