high tide awashed
windthrown
together
seeking something
missed it by a couple of days
fair enough
shall I hold your hand
stroke your hair
stitch your stories
haunting memories
behind the mind
let lose
unfurled sails
on a becalmed sea
hoping to catch a glimpse
did I give you a ball to play with
yes mum
that's alright then
back to sleep
in the nest
of lost memeories
among the pebbles
serenaded by the tide
almost out of reach
edging towards clockwise spiral
falling towards the centre
almost letting go
