the ocean muse

the muse dressed like justice
whispers softly
she stands in the sand
with painted toes
a wisp among the white wash
her gossamer gauze
dancing on the frothing surf
off the beach she beckons
luring with glances
out to see the sea
to the moonlit driven waves
and suffering stallions
he's frozen to the sand slowly
slipping down the hour glass
and with the waves like
dreams of night
she retreats
taking his heart for art
and leaving him there
to write

~dwmetz, 2013