Across Waves

   introduce me
to the water
  sucked deep inside
the swell surge
surf

the line's horizon
sweep the cells
of salt water
   weeping tides

a serenade of
yellow tangs
  carved into my curved
memory
of somewhere

it hurt to leave
like running away
   from home

longing
  the colours and smells
reminisce the concaves
  of lenses

just pictures
   and a pressed flower
or two
serve guardian

to elegant,
pastel shaded
   recollection