Black Diamond Shimmering Sparkles Across the sand Two white horse gallop Across the low tide band Met with snow white gulls above Such is the place she’s grown to love Upon a salmon and granite rock As the water laps the shore Warmer than normal the sun upon her back Dressed in black Protected from undesirable human conversation She waits and listens to no avail And without procrastination Moves on. Sign in to see full entry.