Sandwriting

My sandwriting
Was never very good.

Hearts and arrows 
And I love you,
Knowing all the while 
The message 
Will sift away
On the rising tide.

Perhaps I should
Have bottled it
And in a sense I did.
To confess such things
A stride or tide too far,
Brooking no return 
High and dry.

Some would carve it
In a forest oak
A permanent record
For future forgetfulness.
I am satisfied
With grains of sand .

"This boy should
Improve his sandwriting".

JL 3rd July 11:57