Shy is the oyster, fervent is the clam, peaceful is the ocean floor rocked by the sands of time.

Declare this smite time, extracting precious gems and wholly hours you share to fruitcake a friend so dear.

Bits and pieces flung into the universe, sticking in the sky like cotton balls on a jet black velcro surface.

Companions are we, enlivened by a mighty gallop quickly sliding a harsh straw basket of sea foam gathered astride the tide.

The joys of friendship inert the heart and fizzy home bouncing jubilantly with laughter-buttered love.

Drag me to the moon, to catch a star and seize its brilliance as I'm swept up in amorphous dust.