Secrets of the sea

Secrets of the sea

Under my feet, moulding and sinking
Millions of tiny mineral particles and rock 
Embrace my feet, not cold nor hard
It was my cushion where upon I sat thinking

My fingers tracing patterns, freehand
Shallow grooves being filled in by themselves 
Leaving just a whisper of what I had written 
So many of my thoughts gently erased by sand

I hug my knees tight to my chest and dream
As I watch the shore waters ebb and flow 
Filling in my verse and taking them out to sea
As if they’d never been written or seen

The sound of the ocean, repetitive and reassuring 
crashing upon itself since time began
How many words, verses, images has it taken?
If it were a book it would be one worth enduring 

So many outpourings as I sit deep in thought
Looking out to the vastness of varying azure
So many secrets and words written, and lost 
Held within the waters, never given back once caught