Beachcombing

Foam-flecked tendrils of salt-water-thoughts
Eagerly fingering the sands of the dream-like shores.
Grasping the bright silica flashes of intuition
And pulling them into the pulsing deeps
Of age-long aching,
Quiet harmony seeking,
Word challenged being.
Loved by embracing arms of overwhelming might.
Power seeping through the caresses of human care
Revealing
The infinity of the precious moment
That disappears
Like the gossamer threads of autumn dews;
Beauty fragilely laced over the fading glories of summer fruitfulness.
Leaving the flotsam of shimmering memories
Of momentary union,
Driftwood debris,
On the sculpted shores of the mind.