Gently rides the water

Gently rides the water

Jiggling kissing stones

Settling into soft sand

Cosying up to one another

Embedded in deference

To the endless tow

Of the ocean

Small movements

In opposition

Gentle reminders

Forceful incision

Scattering familial groupings

Re-pairing strangers

Orphaned at high tide

Bonded by midnight

When stone cold hearts

Find their voice

And sing

Of lost souls

Following footprints

To the sea

Sirens sing of mourning

What is returned

Washed clean of decay

Stone polished

Simple souls piled high

One upon the other

Rubbing shoulders

Finding a groove

Fitting snugly together

Jiggling kissing stones

Swaying at ebbtide

Drying in moonlight

Lying on soft beds

Waiting to surrender