spilling over to rise again

spilling over, falling back:
land-lost, sea-sick,

though I reach as tender tendrils to the shores,
to lay amongst the rock-gathered mussels,
anemones swelled with bile;

I roll spilling mercy into sands
quivering my sea to falling day,
shivering my waters at the edges;

my foam encrusted lips whimper sounds
of pearls ratt'ling last memories
of green algae and sea-kelp reaching;

to the imperious sky I wave the deepest
of darkest blue

where the red horizon drips
as blood from another days crown
to rise again as little pearls of dew...