He felt,
As he knelt
In the grains
To witness the vast ocean
To its recession,
Its retreat.

He wept,
As he kept
All the broken parts
Of the moon
In his emptied heart,
Casting stars from his eyes.

A life,
A strife.
Winter kept growing
Upon devotion’s glow.

A face
To trace
In the sands and skies,
Beyond life’s harbor.

A ship upon the dock,
A lighthouse within the haze,
Faint turning of the clock,
While repeated this voyage
Throughout the maze.

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