Sand

Sandy shores betwixt

The riptide rascals. 

Running through minds

Of sheep and shepards alike. 

Foamy folly’s rumbling between toes

Like clouds leaking from heavens throes. 

And willing was I to take not and leave

But for thejudgment calls, 

The sharp rocks between my feet

Like barren words, left beside

And hearts broken

By your wind, and your savage tide.