nostalgic for tomorrow

lichen casts orange embers on boulders
cradling the crystalline sand sifting between my toes
the ash the sea left behind
a cycle repeated unchangingly
despite which foot leaves its impression

yet we lay here
and i roll the grains through my fingers
picking out the blue specks of shells
wondering which ones are me and you
in this turning of the tide

pressing my hand into the sand
i ache to imprint this into my memory
mould this beach into a token i can take with me
a locket i can open at any moment
spin the opal in your eyes
into a green that gets me through tomorrow

in this instant i can see the days ahead
with the halcyon clarity i see now
all because i lay on this beach with you
left our imprints on the sand
waiting to wash with the next tide