A Meander By Sea

Nothing is like water, when water's alone — Memories go out to sea, swam there unglued; The seashells on beach cease not spend away home. When the sky's kiss on water beneath us skews, The scarring inside leaves us, cumbersome; comb on my footprints, your own sweet dance talent moves. Gulls blow northeaster in the tide's crank, feeding There among ocean drifting into green sea — Then I lift off no more bars; for I go more within; as tomorrow bites on my each fin, So with it the clinging swell out of me pours — The healing woman of war in shell wherein. While in the salty races, soft skin is shorn; With a buoy her own heart's also dug in — Though with you, she's within the ocean homespun; You still pass the wave, that adieu going on —