On the sealess shore

bodies bleached on
an ocean less beach
and under timeless days

bodies stretched in
white and silver timber
soft and smooth from wind

a wind relentless would
raise the pores of flesh
in times of golden leaves

but days are long in
cooling feet with digs
below the surface

in cool wet grains
below searing terrain
rolling in ageless change

rolling with suntanned
caramel dust under tiny
canopies of silver blue

and bodies bleached
the islands set amongst
these thirsting waves of sea

and castaway of thought
and sense reclines
on fallen benefactors

gazes into azureus
fields held in the arms
of those still standing

the quenching sight
of serene delight pulls
lids of eyes to shut

for bodies dream and
drift and submit to
silent ocean days