Roxie

Moonswept

 

As littoral sand in the ebb

I shall await kiss of silvered lip, 

Until return of moonswept tide

Washes herself over me

Or breath of eternal shift

Whispers me away

Into a mirror of her memory-

Upon this shelf at world\'s edge

Will I forever rest, 

Humble in her gift of self

And illustrious in her swell, 

Or with eye upon all horizons

In devotion of gramercy

For hands that once touched me

But enlightened me ever after-