They swing along the dancing water
Enveloped in its frothy gown
The endless whispers float and splatter
Reverse and forward, up and down
Same changing rhythms never ending.
Lace spirals stretching for the shore
Stroke up the thirsty sand awaiting
For the soaked ground to unseal its core
Between the shore and restless ocean
The unceasing run to break apart
To feel the sand in standing motion
For one glimpse throbbing of the heart
Beneath the stars the lace blood lingers
Mid pristine waves of cellophane
Caught in the whorl's white curling fingers
Each crash in yearn to loose the chain
Shadows of bliss beyond the shoreline
Enwrap the sand and water skin
As the white gauze seeks for the coast shrine
To entomb its tumult deep within
Under the starlight's gloomy painting
In endless flowing with the tide
The waves stroke up the sand awaiting.
When will the whisper die inside?