Monarch of the Beach
it laid so softly on its powdered side
amongst a million(tomb)stones
a splash of wing-orange and black
shore winds wished to give it back
to the white roses and sapphired sun
that swirled the garden sky-
but it was forever dead
its soul having fled
its cage of silk and bone
i whispered a simple prayer
( a childish thing to do)...
to a god who may not have cared.
then glanced about to make sure
that we were alone...
I was honored to witness
this graceful demise of a monarch
that flew straight into stone
turned me back into a heart
forever flitting about,
the wind blown shores of life-