Palindromic

you and i, as once we were and still across the sand the wind like sand once contained therein the hour glass is set free to blow again, across broken vessels, both we were yet floating still against the tide, here this last time, i stepped into the sea it is as if in your love the grass it's each and every blade, seems palindromic 'dogs' they come, one by one and once as such you were as they to them and my master, loves the sea i have lived only, in order to cross over to you each wave as it gently pulls me apart and laps, against my face like the moon which is pulled by each wave which then retreats; and remember, you being I my mind is as infinite as the foam at your feet the dream which put us together walking, talking, thinking back with more to come than once we ever did it can never be less crowded and me and lovers play at the edge of the center, in order to leave our mark, me mark you, in your mind, which can only but continue blowing always on, across the sand.