Life's Shores

Perpetually persistent, the sea will polish its ragged rim - stone, no greater foe than bone or shell, time makes all the same, all to sand and then to dust. My mind, intoxicated by horizon's edge, a visual vixen, while the surf beguiles - pulsing hypnotically. A love, a passion that can never be owned, always shared, and happily. Space where predetermined fates become infinitely miscible with all that has been - all that will be. Here, where life crept from water's womb, I'm beckoned again and again to revel on its shores.