Things washed up;
Banners of Dreams.
Pennants of Hope and Faith.
Frayed cables of Love.
The peeling laughter of children.
A shy canvas of breast.
The glistening arch hull of a back rising and falling.
Anchoring eyes.
Pelagic promises.
I waited for you too long
on the shore
of a mighty ocean.
I thought it was the future,
But it was the past.