A sign
of an imminent change.
A lie
as it escapes your lips.
I was afraid,
that these windows
let too much light in,
but now,
here you stand,
bathed in white radiance;
never more beautiful,
never more receding.
Trust
is a sign of comfort;
anachronistic
to the way the world is.
We stand
in this sheer illumination,
free from the sin
of an honest effort.
Tears
would only add salt water
to the oceans,
and screams
would be drowned out
by the waves;
crashing into me,
washing me away
a grain at a time.
We were immaculate.
We were Ocean Side.
We were revered by friends;
a peaceful kind of existence,
but we knew one day,
the salt breeze would put the lie to us
and one of us would break,
and the other one would be washed away.
Heaven sends
the light of its angels,
and I can see them
dancing in your eyes
and when you leave,
I won’t spend a moment
in hesitation;
the sea will take me home.
The waves will break
on the shoreline of my being
and grain by grain
I will make it.
HG – 2017
