Ebb Tide

it is late now very late dusk's darkness has already fallen dark rimmed sunset disappear last glow dissipate be gone fade away this night is silk warm flesh is sun kiss warm breeze soft caress warm waves wash out footprints softly splash suck in sink sand feet grow cool sunken treasure sands slowly shape mould harmonic planes miniature waves wisps whisper gliding in shallows on seabreeze washing out ripples migrating miniature waves single summer’s seascape sifting sands blown skip briskly sting the windward inward spirit eye the night is warm flesh is warm breeze is warm soul is warm Copyright © Terence George Craddock