wind
moves
your hair
so softly
taking it all in
the vast expanse of the ocean
the reaching of clouds
all gathered
within
your
glance
and turn
spray kicking
with your pirouette
the ballet of the waves and you
receding again
gathering
for one
more
time
to make
a moment
within this frail life
of grace and pure carelessness
that i can retain
long after
the last
wave
goes