I Can Smell It

Blowing in from the wind, across the sand there as you last left it. It was there I to find and wading over through it, I to find. The leaves laid across it, have parted slightly. And bright is the sun, one ray of it asking, left of it? Hair of your silk, I can smell it. Each new found sound, moans throaty the wind. The sun wraps each wave, comes around it. It is something when speaking I sometimes hear. Something lost again found you remained. Picking it up, it is stained with the ocean, it's salt.