The Ocean, the Sky, and the Sand

Near the white wave-crest breaks, with his shovels and rakes, 
He strides forth with a purpose and plan,
A construction in mind that his heart has designed,
By the ocean, the sky, and the sand.

By the early mid morn, he assembles a form, 
With the elements at his command,
Yet his soul genuflects to the great architect,
Of the ocean, the sky and the sand.

For he mourns a dear friend, all beginnings and ends,
Shoreline sculptures built by unseen hands,
Like those shapes they once molded as kinship unfolded,
By ocean, the sky and the sand.

He works on with resolve as the soft grains evolve,
To memorial mounds which withstand,
The salt tears in his eyes, like the deep welling tide,
Of the ocean, the sky and the sand.

For although soon erased from the shore's changing face,
Are all things manufactured by man,
Be our loves, though forlorn, neither lost nor transformed,
By the ocean the sky and the sand.

Neither tempests nor swells, nor time's chiming of bells,
Nor great changing of fates shall disband,
Friendship's bonds, ever shared, vast  beyond all compare,
To the ocean the sky and the sand.