come the wave
before the tide –
with memories of the shore
and light when danced
atop the foam –
remembers us no more

past the song
of silence raised –
some fragile dream recalled
when choice to be
so willingly –
would gladly risk it all

stay the night
another day –
shall wake upon the morn
and places
we have parted from
await a time reborn

hold these words
as written – in the warmth
that is your hand
and others –
as the taste of life
once washed upon these sands

know of me
when everything
you thought was real
is changed –
when the winds around you
whisper of the reasons
why we came

dark the wave
adores the moon
as breath beneath the tide
– as rivers flow
the ways to home –
on memories
of the light