Little burgeoning waves, eager to collapse again
meeting their beginnings on the shores again
wind dancing with the clouds again
sand shivering at cold water\'s touch.
Running on the silver lines that make up my home\'s shorelines
at twilight when the moon does rise
like a prophecy born to the sky
destined for heaven for all night time.
Watch the darkness seep down like the gaze of a pupil,
then witness it glow with its chromatic colors;
glistening stars like morning dew stilled;
the earthly beach and the universe stellar.
Just jump, and currents take you, to other worlds like the silfen paths
to citadels and deadened worlds and maybe then perhaps
you\'ll have more questions than any answers
and you could be fine with that.
But you\'ll want those answers anyway
stand here on the dunes and know ambition like Arrakis;
build your foundations with clay and compromise
but the foundationers lived unknowing lives.
Running on the silver lines of my home\'s old shorelines
and then spelunking in to be lost to everywhere,
succumb to astral waters spacious
consumed by a cosmic curiosity-
and all too suddenly-
gone, gone, gone.