Hands palm up, branches
Holding up, gathering emotions
In droplets, dew running down skin
In the morning, I will find you
Resting near the sea
And I will be your nymph
Gathering your words in seashells
Build me a castle in the sand
And I will tell you my name
Collect our time in the wind
And waltz with your shadow
At night, we will depart
You falling back into the sea, fin and all
I will stretch my arms up, palms up
Branches, tickling the moon
Laughter cascading down my skin
As I wait patiently to see you in the morn
Poetic Trials 