I’ve laid alone,
Upon the warmth of a sand sheet,
The darkened tides rose again
Thatched once with a glimmer
And once to the lone sand
As a dead fire to touch,
To linger away, to wash the skin,
That the wind was still and hushed
Beyond the waters, beyond the evening
Where the sky, dull, releases cold wind
That follows the leaves, ahead of me,
Scattering as the brush of the passed ocean.
Upon dried hands among sand,
To be shadowed and thus darkened
That had left me here,
Undone by the flushed fading sun,
I’ve been left upon the sand
By the ocean, by the waters
Still and alone.
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