Sea song

Pinpoint of light harvests morning:sweat on your lip, eyes grey as sea squallsleaning into tomorrow with last night’s rainclinging in humid air.I dream of palm trees, wild beachesthat turn into this urban coat:ascension of light.You dream of a lost love dressedin white roses, singing her siren song.I’ve listened to this song, you’ve fedme wise sayings, we wipe the debris.We talk of cottages and seascapespunctuate intentions, history crumblesinto morning pockets where rain falls like spittle;you ride crested waves of a coast, unknown.