Gone to Galaxy

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.