Matab's Art---Forum of expression

A husk of hay buried beneath too light to weigh this golden sheath I found the strand that made me weep with the hearts command I placed it deep too fragile to clutch too temporal to sustain internalizing its touch outweighed feeling its grain

~ in every curl that sweeps the shore lies a memory to restore ~ with every intense crash of a wave lies a time to relish and crave ~ in each sparkle of reflecting light is a faded dream aching to reignite ~ in each frothy bubble clinging to sand pops a tear, not wanted not planned ~ rolling water, of shy waves glide hinting at secrets, only nature can hide ~