The tide is out... far beyond sight

The tide is out... far beyond sight
There’s little lord here in view...
Fatigue hangs bejewelled.

Heavily webbed our finite
Silence hovers here whereto...
In the gray dark sandbars muzzled.

If in a vortex of words
I manage to grab just one...
Open unobstructed vowel.

Hear wing distant white seabirds
The fleeting, falling, brethren...
Icarus: feathers, plural.

Wave cascading garbed thoughts
Stomping ideas, reflection...
Guarding the double-helix rainbow:

The dawning suns kumquats
The pure white snowy Egret heron...
Whose beauty flatters the reeds windrow?

Words make soft drizzle, puddles
Where white snowy egrets couple...
Versify, with the ladling of the moon.

I till pages; foam their Neptune.