On the breezy beach I met her, long ago
Waves in every letter of the name she sent me,
And in the sheets she lent me, which smelt of some essential oil –
A flower I didn’t know back then …
Embellishing girls’ beauty; a mystery to men.
She said that being afraid would never stop me
In the sacred duty; she drew me from my coil –
I thought of going back before she’d drop me;
We left our bones behind, all white on shifting sand
And worked the deepening caves all summer time for pearls
Behind our eyes our mind was blind
To sapphire sea and golden strand, to words and wit …
To all but what our nature craves,
Sublimation sprung from grit.
When we returned to where we’d started, on the beach
It seemed the waves of springing tide had been, and each
Of our skeletons no longer could be seen.
But all around were perfect little shells – vessels of no purpose, save
To decorate a narrow grave.