I remember you use to always tell me how much you wanted to go to the beach.

 

As I sit beside you, engulfed with this moment.

 

I am hearing the subtle ticks

of unmounted earth.

 

I am seeing the melodic patterns of erosion tapered under our feet.

 

As I sit beside you, I smelled the freckled grains once tangled,

In an immersed camouflage with your hair.

 

I tasted the sweet sunny days we had,

that were,

confined within an hourglass,

So even when an hour pass,

We will be infinitely confined with time.

 

Time,

Is of the Essence.

 

Just like the sand.

 

We will 

at one point be,

Submersed into 

Compacted dirt.

It's a dirty situation.

And quite frankly, I would much prefer the water.

I would rather swim in the enigma of oceans than

Dig myself out of A 

six foot hole I didn't put myself into, losing my footing on the mud.

 

But since the beginning of mankind,

Aside from the inevitability of man and time,

Its expected that women can and will be 

So unkind,

When dealing with the matters of their hair.

It's nay or nay. And I'm not talking about the dance.

But it's been for your own benefit i see.

The soil has nourished the roots of your soul,

And you've grown from the inside out.

The progress is remarkable.

 

God purposely intended for the seas 

And the sand to be separate.

His greatest monuments of beauty have had longevity through the harshest circumstances and most in-climate weather.

 

I 

am in the presence of diamonds.

And as the days elapse,

And the pressure of the ground increases,

 

You become more refined.

More polished.

More molded.

Just like the sand.

 

As I sit beside you,

With My toes and yours,

Interlocked in a matrimony of gritted seabeds,

 

I 

Envision a fountain of youth.

That keeps in tact the 

Soil beneath our feet.

The, 

promises that we promise to reap.

The,

dishonesty that 

Has been truncated 

to an insignificant feet.

The bow to the woman I yearn to keep.

The vow to a love that we pray to reach.

 

Write your name in the dirt to where it all started,