Sand
‘Neath the azure sky
Found a bottle made of glass
With everything inside
Promise of impossible
Her hair a wreath of flames
A banquet there from shore to shore
At this place without a name
A face I cannot forget
With a name I can’t recall
A freckle there, beneath her hair
And a joy enough for all
This world’s ceaseless violent dances
They did all but fade away
A distant, long forgotten cloud
In a world less shades of gray
A home of love and meaning
And a dream I can’t deny
I begged God I should never blink
Lest beauty vanish from my eyes
The hue array impossible
Her smile perhaps even more
And there I stood ash to dust
On that nameless, placeless shore.
Yet blink I did, eventually
And the present world restored
Beheld a bottle made of glass
And a message bound with cord
Out it fell, it unfurled read
“If you get this, I am dead”
And here, I could read no more
I fell and wept in growing dread
For a dream I can’t ignore
Of a nameless, placeless shore
Broke the bottle, burned the note
For the dream, it was no more.
Yet once upon the other day
As of empty try I tire
Girl ‘neath midday glass and sun
Her reflection made of fire.
