Down by the docks
fishermen throw
depleted stocks down
onto weathered cedar.

Seagulls avengingly
swoop, diving to reclaim
trinkets of their sea.
While staring sightless
into new oceans of sky
fish cry out the morning.

And all the while
a young girl skips out, back again;
Chasing a tide
that will forever identify
lost innocence and memory.

Memories will roll
ashore in orbit with years.
An eternal fog bank in which
she can swirl herself, conceal
what she has become, in swaths
of misty cherub wings.

Forever preserving a promise,
sweet singing angels for tomorrow,
she can hide and live here.

Ever upon a shore,
of life,
of pulsating breaths.
Spilling over walls of sand,
years of deposition,
she will remember these times, these days.

Born again sun,
she rides out upon
waves of eternity.

They help
to carry her home.

07/22/2004

Posted on 07/22/2004
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