If it be
The waves beckon
These grains that glisten in the sun
To travel far
And settle far off
To begin again
And if it be
The foam withdraws
The rocks stay stoic
Night or day
Apart, away
Not now, I pray
For sea and shore
Say so much more
Than ears can here
They speak of love
Of moving on
Of staying on
And going strong
-jara-
(c.2012)