There is beauty in brevity,
Fascination in the flawed.
In between the passage lines,
The answers may be broad.

Time may wink with sleight of hand
Parting, sifting, streams of sand,
And leave us not a grain to cleave
But to the wind and vanity

The Preacher looks out past the sea
Into placid mystery
And knows not the depths of emptiness
that caress the soul with gentleness

Yet steps out in the vast, clear space
Arms outstreached in lost embrace
To sink into the glassy pool;
Walk the floor of siren's song

And be they both lost together
in melodious cacophony
the cavernous, echoing chimes
of overlapping waves.

9/14/12