Shores Of Time

Strange sea-changes ring like sea-clocks marking time,
stand and listen to them here on the shores of Time.

Bottle breaks and glass is ground away to sand,
sand built up to pearls here on the shores of Time.

Cliffs are hollowed into sea-caves by the surf,
caves are filled with drifting sand here on the shores of Time.

Rough red cedar driftwood bleached to silver satin,
grey steel blooms with rust here on the shores of Time.

Perhaps we met, perhaps it was a long-forgotten dream,
my heart knows your footprints here on the shores of Time.