I am as a praying wave washing up

In strange formation

Searching through grains of sand

For twin soul imformation

Each tiny grain in its own glory

Is prophesying a love story

In a whispery sweet water prayer.

I gather shells and hold them aganist my ear

You are an eagal graceful and wise

You are a dove and I

Set you like a seal across my eyes

You pick me sun flowers from all skies

You are the crashing waves in every ocean

You are a page torn from the book of Psalms

You are paradise

You are summer land...