Seeking tendrils reach out their fluid arms, 

rising from places dark as the eternal abyss, 

smooth as the night sky

Foaming bubbles, 

white as the moonlight glancing off the surface of the dark sea, 

greeted them with muted cries

The waters lap greedily at the beach, 

grasping onto the sands, 

and pulling them into the dark, 

where they are swept away

They travel out, 

those small grains of sand, 

following the ocean’s currents, 

and finding a new home on a new shore, I pray

The waves skim the surface of the water, 

little spirals atop a land of inky blackness, 

tossing and turning

They splash, 

leaving imprints and ripples on a bumpy surface, 

always moving, always churning

The sands are still floating, 

lost, lost, lost… ashes floating and dying 

in the wake of a fire burning

Palm trees flail their long leaves, 

dancing a strange duet with the wind, 

reaching, grasping, curling around empty air

We humans skip upon the beach, 

the breeze blowing to and fro curling tendrils 

of our sun-kissed hair

The sands drift gently across the ocean, 

searching, seeking, until they land on another shore, 

join the family at the other end

And there they sit, under the sun, 

waiting for the tendrils and waves to grasp and bring them 

on the same, long journey again