swept away

of those who doubt
my reasons
doubt my ways
to reach the sun
words to come
from somewhere (I won't hide)
blooms to match
reflections hidden
(saw them once before)
messages of land
beneath the tide

swept away
a favored path
while walking
out to sea
passed beneath
a night of broken shell
destinies
wrapped around another
(to believe)
from where I was
were both the same
to tell

home is
Iove remembered
to a place
I dare not name
pressed between
the inlet
and the edge of
all I know
sands to rub
years to wash away
the place I was
standing tall
where once the shore
was laid