1 June 2012
Creeping fingers of green and blue,
Feel the magic they will bring to you,
Wash away my sandy footprints,
Leave behind the smallest glimpse,
A world beyond our own,
Vast, beyond and unknown,
It's a time when the shells all sing,
Washing up a silver diamond ring,
Mermaids purses full to the brim,
A world enticing you in for a swim,
Coils of weed in every size,
Seeking your ankles as first prize,
Out and in comes the tide,
Sparkles and sand supplied,
To a world always spinning,
But the tide is always winning.
Tide • Opuss № I