Waves lap against the sandy shore

Toes burrow in the grains, cool water washes them away

The once blue sky is on fire smouldering in red and gold.

The air indeed smells like smoke

From a bonfire further down the beach.

 

There is a place between sand and deep sea

Where the waves quietly splash and recede

Here she walks with me. 

 

My eyes are on the burning sky 

There is a strip of pink to be found

Her’s are downcast, shining on the sand

There are only rocks, every one like every other.

 

There is no sound but the murmur of the water

Until she gasps in joy

She darts quickly leaving footprints in wet sand

She returns from chasing waves before the next one lands. 

 

She opens her palm to me like the telling of a secret

What once would have been jagged enough to slice her hand

Has edges dulled by the shaping of the sea

Her treasure is a small broken piece.

 

Glinting in the embers of the sun are her eyes

And the green glass piece cradled in her palm.