Seashells

Getting out from the waves She walked away to the rice bran haze As the summer heat drove the sands mad I knew what she had gone for. She would hunt it like a child any day A few seashells if came her way My skin burning and eyes dust borne Moments all to herself she desired alone. On the distant shoreline when she was a speck Stirred me a tremor then a rumbling quake What if so happens she is gone too far Turned a sea nymph to return never! The tides were falling weaving a lull The sun slanted on the wings of gull I rose up to find sand prints of her trail She bloomed like a hope in her handful of shell!