Sink to flow

Slowly my feet were sinking away
in the sand as I was dancing and
singing at the surfline today.

On my way to the beach I had lost
my agenda filled with priorities
to find back my Muses at sea.

There they would still be playing
their arts in the sand, eternally
staying and resting where their
lips had teached me to flow.

On my way to the sea I did
climb in the dunes on a tree
so eager to follow the gulls
my free floating pilots to sail.

So now and forever I stay to
inhale at this surfline the salt
winds that blow as slowly my feet
sink away with this flow in the sand.