Once I dreamt I held your hand,
Traced the image in the sand,
But a jealous tide, under a stinted moon,
Took the image away too soon.

My sunken footprints form salty pools,
My feet desperate in their ignorance,
To clutch back the grainy past.

Night owl eyes 
Hints of a Chesire smile
Curling like a conquered wave
On the corners of your mouth.
Just the right hint of devil
To temp, as undercurrent,
The frothy white tide.