Eyes that could mirror the moon
with hair choreographed
by the passing breeze -
an essence of bloom
That I nor any other
could bare to let go
Every step in the sand
small imprints of playful strides
leaving behind another moment
that would never be as grand
as life continues to wilt the innocence
What it is in life that we even chase?
- foreverness, wealth, youth, beauty
heartache, pain?
In the wake of something beyond
a race quickening to its bounds
step after step the eyes fixed
a flash that may have dawned
both heart and ache entwine
For a beat of the heart
like when I used to dream
standing alone
in the ocean shallows
I was there from the start
For now, an ever present grief
I swim beyond the threshold
past where the sand is soft
floating in the luminous reef
I still can’t remember her name.
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