The night lacks the starshine tonight-

As the shadow is not sculpted by light-

There is only the essence of the tide-

Guiding us in the darkest of time.

Into the sea-

You walk with me-

Into the depths-

As the shore was left-

To the sand.

The shore is a forever shifting line-

Caught between the sun, moon and sky-

As elements of strata recreate the dunes-

I decide to walk the waterline to the moon.

Only the wind-

Can uplift the sand-

To reshape the land-

But it cannot move-

Either of us two.

The black of the sky is the hidden guide-

As the moon commands the ebb of the tide-

We walk through the water out of paradise-

In the landscape of what reality is the mind vice

The dunes become hills-

The beach is no longer filled-

There is only the water-

The wind-

And the moon.