The timeless waves, bright, sifting, broken glass,
Came dazzling around, into the rocks,
Came glinting, sifting from the Americas

To possess Aran. Or did Aran rush
to throw wide arms of rock around a tide
That yielded with an ebb, with a soft crash?

Did sea define the land or land the sea?
Each drew new meaning from the waves' collision.
Sea broke on land to full identity.

This world knows not of true beauty.
It ceases to notice its magnificence,
This world spits at its steps,
Smears beauty’s face with its grimy palms,
Uses its unclean eyes to gawk at it only to call it
Nonsense.
Breathes on to it foulness that rots it at its core.
Its this world that leads beauty’s creator to do its ***** work.

I went there everyday after you left
Hoping you'd be there

You never were

I ran my hands down the pipe
Every time it rained

It never did rain the same

I tried to sit the same way
That we did that day

It just never felt right

I tried to imagine you
Sitting there

But it's not the same talking to the air.