Tides

Under dark and ocean cover
floating cyphers taking shape,
rhyme and rhythm bleeding spaces
falling into easy pace

’round cliffs along the craters
pulling currents through the threads,
winds unwinding countless seasons
following in idle steps

and breathless taking seagull breaths
‘tween futures sliced and sea sand fed,
for wand’rers leaving in the morning
when tide does wash all traces down.