Sand Language

The secret language of sand whispers among the grains.
Each grain is a letter reborn from memory.
When the tide rises, words return home in the cold water.
On the shore is drawn an alphabet no one has written.
The waves polish lost memories, page after page.
Salt traces a line where memory rekindles.
Names and colors emerge, small miracles of sand.
Time stretches out, light as an open shell.
The sea signs a lexicon that the day does not know.
Every tide rereads what seemed lost.
The language of sand recomposes us, without haste.
And at the shore’s next breath, memory takes voice again.