I Didn't Reread It

I was young there
In the sand and the morning
Bathed in gold and self awareness
I was timeless
As the tide comes so uncontrollably
Every wave with its historys
I was vast
And quite endless it would seem
Setting no limit on my eyes
I was lost
Knowing not the role to play
Understanding witness and participant
There in a prehistoric moment
I was more
               than one