The Sea-shore

Floating far ,far above
the good-bye moment,
looking, longing ,
at retracting waters
of receding dreams ,
I smile.....sand in my shoes:
Take in the splashy spray,
the flume of colours,
the beading bubbles,
the empty sea-shell--
now a promise----
of a virginal pearl,
and ,bending,
lovingly trace
the soft contours
of an unwashed name........