Tides

Sparkling shimmering brightened by sun waves encroaching, receding as one revealing a flash of color not meant to be there by waveform or ocean’s intent tumbling among obsidian’s ocher dust for tens if not hundreds of years to adjust without warning or purpose of telling their story lie shimmering in wave-worn flashes of glory polished in water smoothed by sand frosted translucent rubbed by the hand of time and weather with gentle affection producing a glass gem by natural selection buried in darkness beneath crashing thunder the sea hides secrets below waves and under heavy wet sand where the silence not shared with surface of water upon sand bars bared to mark the orbits of passing starlight over distances unimaginable might subtle to sculpt the rising tide along night beaches as slipping waves ride locked in place and stored deep some treasures the ocean chooses to keep one day perhaps release another gem waxing moon, the seas and tides decide when