footprints
By jvriesema
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Walking gently in your footprints
that follow the trails of seabirds and abstract lines drawn in low tide sand,
line and shadow sculpt the grey of a winter sky.
The wind chases your metaphors that converse with the outgoing tide;
words rising and falling within the currents of the wind.
Sheets of music fly like surprised doves;
an origami of theatre playing with afternoon light.
Seals echo their dreams upon tide-out sand bars
waiting for waves that play and tease the light from afar
to rush in with echoes of laughter and joy.
Afternoons meld into mornings;
an alchemy of iceland mixed backwards in the light.
The moss beckons the sea while ancient rocks lie motionless;
seashells scattered like dishes left in a lunch time sink.
Foot prints that follow mine
and
find yours upon an alchemy of wind and sand.
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