By: Amoureax Amant
Fish memory like footprints on the sand,
appeared and disappeared when wave waved hand,
but fishes found each other's dear one,
no mater drying sea and rotting stone.
The train of tide through waterhole on sand,
brought fishes there and slipped off shore land,
chanting song from ocean to waterhole,
there fishes blew foams of love filled hole.
Small waterhole with smaller sky and space,
spilled out salt love of foams through ocean face,
streaming down stream of love through ocean home,
with rolling yearning like spray like blossom.
Waving tide passed through waterhole on sand,
rolling with foams of fishes off land.