Slough off your old skin.
Let me cover you with the tide,
salt draping your bones.

The sand will warm our days,
in our house built of rolling clouds
and wild lands that call our names.

We will carve out a hollow
on the littoral shore; a shallow bed where salt can brush our lips,
the horizon can cover our toes.

A coveted quiet
away from the roar and fire
of fragmented lands.

Give us the tide, let it fill up our hearts. Give us the open sky -
allow us to hope again.