Did we hold the form of the dead?
Or balance electric in our heads,
Does chance play tricks with us?
Now we believe in fate today.
Rolling in the power of nature to our feet.
No eyes can see the wonder of our achievement,
Yet starlight means the same.
Whom are the winners of this game?
Marching on a lover’s beach,
With death upon our fingertips,
In the company of the moon’s whipped tide.
And the coldest night to freeze our breath.
Tell us what we do not know?
As you were cast to where no one knew,
Certain that faith would take them too,
And you and he and she came through.
The giant rock that won’t be moved,
Weathers slowly, chip and flake,
As the wind and rain take a grip,
And soon is gone this airy tomb.
So, to the waves with splash and spray,
To oversee the living belly of the ocean,
That couldn’t understand…
Why this frame has turned to sand.