An unfrivolous dance of where and when

On supposedly eternal shore, steps purposefully wander as they did before not long ago when existence swoop with the bow over strings- its created harmony an unseen, camouflaged racket- where trampled and washed sand allowed more human traces - inexperienced and confident -, unlike the possessive waves and foam who's stones shall not be tainted by the joyful rays or incarnadine. Memories, new chains, recall a suave voice and an uncertain ( expected ardous), yet determined one piercing the darkness; when torment inside and out covered minuscule, clingy fragments of hope/optimism; where rusty vision scrutinized distant gas spheres, contemplating. When chocolate eyes gazed at the timid orb hiding its ablazed cheeks into azure - familiar scenery, unexpected mise-en-scène - let an suppressed thought take over: they'll never witness nature's paintings again.