Moving

Glittering crystals in the sea,
Peaceful as a swan,
Free as autumn breeze,
Crack of sadness gone

Patterns sprinting along the edge,
Collecting thoughts and wonder.
Swept to where dark becomes light,
A place to let colours burst

Suddenly it’s lying still
Up on the shore of the sandy coast
Waiting, waiting, waiting
Waiting to move again

The glimmering of the star-filled sky,
Guiding the shell through the night
The fine glow of a million moons,
The feeling of moving again