Faith

His feet washed in the breaking waves stands the faceless recorder of memories. As glistens clean seawashed skins of honeymooners he waits for one call to preserve those moments only if when the tides fall later years would recall from the prints of that time shadows of a yore of being together on the seashore! Don't venture too far he whispers none can fathom high tide's curse before is lived one lovely day monsters from deep carry you away. Don't venture beyond help he mutters as if to himself if only you knew awaits what burn when spend yourself the tides turn! Don't go lovers too deep I too drowned in faith's leap with faith in love rode tide high in the sands buried those dreams lie!