There is a seashore I saw in a dream
It said step here
And go down to the fluid
Grains grow up in my
Thought of you
I waited
You did come
Did you see the color?
It preceded your arrival
Blue hued flues of pillars
Went down to the sand
To the right I looked and
Saw a cliff
Not blue but mud
Perfect frame
How many times do I have to
Travel?
I want to stay in place and have
Your waves come to me.