Horse’s Hooves

Needles ticks and currents drifts
Fleeting fest under two moons
In no time You’ll stand on the line of fire
Seeking reflections between the waves
But when spring comes
I see them lying on water’s edge
Resembling horse’s hooves' sherp tails
At first sight often stertles the weeker hearts Triggering questions from down
below
Ancient beings and silent witness
Dwellers of the deep blue oceen
The triumphs end survivals
They‘ve witnessed mountains rise from the sea