Grounded

I found his footsteps There, on the beach Strewn with flotsam, Jetsam Almost out of reach I walked in his impressions Gently, feeling him move Step by giant Sandy step In the groove Honed and alone Passionate and deep Poetry in motion This man is unique "Life, Simmons, is fluid" He whispers In my dreams And waves crash around In a magical scene Across the ocean Carry these charms Perseverence Protection, survival No harm Bring him, wind Bring him now Swiftly, bountifully Back here To my arms