Sand, Water

Yes— light called out to me —deep —from the fine Sand —

Yes, wind had just broken apart on the — Blue
(Sweet Sparkles —this April would never — let stand —)

Yet — turning, I tore myself— yes once — away

Yes, back to —the Music beseeching — the Bay —
Yes— light called out to me —deep —from the fine Sand —

Yet — turning, I tore myself— yes once — away

That touch — still the Month — still the wise — Mystery —
The sweet still believing — the still Kiss — the key —