Sandy Toes

As the sand is to my toes

And the wind is to my face

And the rain upon my hair is felt

So his eyes were to my eyes

And to myself

Each day I heard the wind and surge

At night I breathed the pine and earth

That salty feel upon my dampened skin

Time was flow, I feared no ebb

And life was him

If I last for ninety years

Will I say I lived but three

That began when he said to me

Windy-one, five minutes can you

Spare me, for eternity

And life was him