This Wave The Other Window

You look right in, through me. This window, my wave it sings of foam and needs. Unknown to others, walking there with you, along the shore it's home. Birds toss fish, from beak to beak, dropping covers white cotton balls as lose change. People exchange glances, as you pass by them. They recognize Regina, as she passes through sand, under foot as water slowly, flows over one bare branch missing it's leaves... Two sets of eyes, reach halfway through the window, while the wave, brings me inside of you, ever closer to the shore on which you stand.