A delicate ember awaits anonymously,
A parceled out soul awaiting un-abandonment,
Equestrian voices longing to be heard,
Magicians waiting for the magic word,
But you see??...
You already are what you long to be.
How did I get here?
Amongst the crusty sand and screeching gulls
Where greasy waves spill haplessly
Under an unyielding, gray sky
How did I get here?
Wandering about in pained abstraction
Looking at the rolling, dark waves
Parceled out in hopeless piles
That crash against this jagged beach
Retreating in thinly, flattened sheets
Only to return newly crashing waves
The endless crash and retreat that tugs at me
Soon vanishes to obscurity in the open sea
Where all things mix and die
Forever in timeless ritual
Were only my soul to return so easily
And crash again with all its might
Were only my heart lightened
To join those retreating waves
Then I too could return anew
To cut my little edge on this beach
And retreat backward to the sea
Where all things mix and die
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