Beach

in your cradle of joy
I see more far.
Go on the bluish horizon a chime that brings together the heavens and the earth,
but the moment passed
away from the charm
With white sand
the waves
and the joy of children laughing
a smile and dimples
sandbox stroke tapering fingers
the occasional wave to greet her
time never come back
walking or even running
Let me see you
not just a string of dreams
I cleaned my feet in your eyes.