when earthly dreams have reached their end
lifted & tumbled
down curving beaches I walk
stooping to gather in myriads of minute shells
arrows of sun will warm my sand
on an unknown shore I want to lie
spiraling against your broken wings
I become a mirror that cannot close its eyes to your longing
the connections both supple & labyrinthine
the rare sensation that I am exactly where I should be
I am a memory
an idea
one perfect possibility out of an infinite number
like an incoming tide
saturating the sand beneath it
a perfect glass
filled with sunlight