Fancy a stroll along the beach?

Perched upon rocks it rocks.

Purple sleeves rolled down

and tenderness aloof.

Pulses. Waves. Storms. It

ebbs and it flows. It becomes

a moment of pure impurity.

A drink. A flower. A nothingness

brought to life by the warm

light of the night and the

hush of the air from the beating

air of a bird in flight.