Keepers of the Tide

Tide pulleys on our ankles Old copper green and salt blue follow us in tow as we run up the beach Laughing. laughing. laughing. Sky capes whip the wind on our shoulders Silk grey sheets of atmosphere skin hauling the moon on the tip of tumultion Falling. falling. falling. Bracelets of stars electric our wrists silver white heat and we glow on the sea out of breath now as we run and we run Collapsing. collapsing. collapsing. Blanket of black as we melt into sand heavy to carry the cycles and such All of the beach comes to pass in our hands Sleeping. sleeping. sleeping.