Whispers bow before the sand
A waif over the grains
A smallness then, no name in steps
A tiny breath
Breathes grace in tethered hands

Well stayed to swift in moving light
Time holds across the shore
Denying the tide to steal the sea
The sun breaking with the dawn

A silent wait, holding twice
Stands on whetted stone
Whispers of heaven with
a soul in place of home.

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