We have a place amongst waves.
It is a ride we have latched onto
Then take to the shore.
As grains of sand are sent in upheaval
We search for pearls in Oysters
This is the ride
And the Sun and
The Moon take their turns with light
And when there is no light
There is
Perpetual motion
We find the beach and roll over the sand. a destination, and lastly
As the waves disperse, it is our demise.
Our perpetual motion has found that pocket between the
Sand
Peace with No light, motion and upheaval.
