The shore-line calls tonight, and I oblige. br Shoes in hand, I stride drained sands br And follow ebbing tide. br br Stray wisps of cloud paint dusk in sooty br Streaks, as winged flurries bring home br Solo birds here to roost. br br Small waves break, ripple gently then enfold br My sandy feet in foam, puddles br Shine wet, like molten gold. br br Abandoned shells lie dry in endless rows, br Oiled seaweed slips aside, as br Crabs rush, and brush my toes. br br Night sky darkens, stillness fills the quiet air, br I know somewhere he gazes br At the same star, sharing. br br Timeless ebb and flow allows for dreaming. br I walk contented home, sure br This place gives life meaning.