The calm sand was a tornado,
To make the eyes burn and the will to, dismantle?
The ocean beyond partook in the battle,
in which I became the storm,
and the storm my mantle.
I fixed on my subject,
A step was all to take,
To reach that division.
That stood between me,
and the dreams of my visions.
So I took off and dove,
Carried on wings of sand and stone,
Then took the plunge.
Till maybe, I rose.
I awoke on the pier, barely morose.
Then took my stance at the edge of the blue, encore.
The pier front would see me again
Until it yielded and let me retreat past,