Oceans

A Poem by Aramey

Ebb
and flow,
oceans,
telltale push
and pull.
The waters reach,
renewal
returning her secrets,
to the depths below.
Searching
reaching

fingertips aglow

a bio-luminescent edge

tiny flashlights

grab as they come,

and then they let go.

Wanderers.

Travelers.

The sun, she will rise

but tonight,
she sleeps,
but not resting
until rested
is all that she knows.
A magic
as sounds crash,
a force behind the water

as her salty will bends

and smacks

the bitter sand
where so many footprints,
were made, just,
to be erased again.
Seashells stolen,
erased from memory
as new ones are given,
gifts... from the creatures within.
It is no matter,
then,
cool fingers keep searching,
for lost treasures,
which one day
again
meets the sand.