Water ripples over countless carved dunes.
And I stride over oceans.
Island mounds peek
From the surface broken and
Dusted and dark dirt
lays glimmering in the sand.
I bridge continents in my walk
Feeling the grand sea in between
Showing no sign of the tide’s teal green
And the water flows from hot to cool
as sure as the setting sun.
Next morn, sun rising
into the sky
and I, great giant travel
minutes and miles to find
an empty sea of sand.