by the shore, by the sea
Flush the weary light of saviors
Against a cheek so emblazened with divide
The starlight of peasants and paupers
Engraving paths into the gray of tides
Where footsteps sink into the mercy
Heaven thick with hope and sand
The shore of worlds standing
At the pulpit
Where attention lears into the grand
Enshrined like clever mourning
Weeps endowed with lifted hand
Sorrow like the dove
Of counted souls
Who fare in shadows longing
And burn quietly into the end
Their fables small and bound
Elegant and wide for searchlights
Driven high
And tantamount to frail beginnings
And ever stated ends