I went down to the beach in sworls
Longing for sun-bound benediction,
The binding waves’ delight
I went down to the beach in fancy,
The souls of a billion stars
Shone in the sand-blown wind
I went down to the beach in breathless,
Red-green ancient charts
New sprung each forgotten day
I lost my footprints
Without a glance
exiles child 
This is gorgeous.
Thanks. I’ve been disappointed in my poetry lately…
This poem energizes me. It contains whirls within whirls…and what you’ve been feeling lately was probably undertow.
Ha! Makes sense. BTW, maybe not surprisingly, van Gogh was in my head while I was writing this.