Hold it fast
There is a current pulling
On the other end
Stay true
And that gold thread
Will shimmer through all that blue

He is not invincible
He is a word
And as sure,
As language trends
Man is a word
That changes with ends

An imprint in the dust
Tells a story, it must
So it goes on, the impression
Shifts and sifts in fission
Each syllable a worthy mention
Every step, a tale of tension
Lifts, begins- drifts and bends
To a point where inertia lends
A new start and a chance to turn,
Yet reward of light is where we yearn.

What of that reflective string
The last buried piece of shining
Trail has led your heels astray
There is no sand or dust that way
Only the feared fabled deep blue
Calm palms and toes can still walk through

Hold it fast, and forget our steps
Let them thread a new friend's depth
And when current grips in cold death.
We may dance with it, in a simple breath.