To-day I write a poem  in the sand .
Each word , each line , composed to muse the day,
but  come  the waves to wash my words  away.
I sigh.  My  vanished  poem lies there , bland.
My  love songs once  displayed  on shore of  land ,
to soften strong  bouquet of spume  and spray
across  the shore, must  linger on their  way
 and sing   to me ,  my  verse beyond the strand .