Last night I slept beside the ocean,
close to the pewter laughter of the waves. I dreamed of friends in distant lands
and swore my reverential heart to be their refuge.
Across the beach your footsteps printed to where a rotting tide languished on the sand - the sea-weaved flotsam of your words fingered the shore -
I bowed beneath the sun and gently lowered my eyes to the obsequious horizon of your smile.
Bathed in morning light I thought of you - here on that final day beside me - praying in sacred silence,
and making coast-lines
of shallow promises.