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 sapphire sun that swirled the garden sky- It was forever dead. Its soul having quickly 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... Nonetheless 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-