Strands on wavy blonde hair, waves capped with foam, the tide rushing in last summer. Sun strikes on gold hair sand which waves wash away each breaker more and more soon there is no sand, all that is left are rocky cliffs of black basalt rising higher higher from primordeal seas catching shout, reflecting, catching on the wind. Fish leap cavort in cold fertile sun-drenched water lapping the rocks piercing cloud sky. Waves break harsh unyielding stones slowly wearing away hard surfaces a grain at a time a speck of dust. Patience. High cliffs crumble before eternal waves lapping diminishing stone leaving golden residue feet. Sand collecting crannies expanding cavities growing overwhelm toppled giants buried plain golden, sun shining reflecting brightly, laughing face, girl swimming in warm waters last summer flashes from long blonde hair.
Black granite, waves, time maybe, a grain of sand. |
