I once folded her memory
In my arms,
During the night.
Her sight, so meant to be long gone
With the tide,
With the currents that fall away from my eyes,
As agony floats along.
I once did this
With the same feeling,
Of a million sleeping years.
I had bled eternal blue
For as far as the sky stretched.
To the horizon, where my eyes were taken
Where distant flakes of snow
Fell to my parched and dry lips,
Fell to my aching and sandy heart.
Upon this shore,
Where dust is all I now grasp,
I wonder how the beach distanced itself
From the ocean.