beneath an ink dark moon
she waited for me
but i was lost
in the depths of sleep,
dreaming of a beach
pristine and abandoned
where foaming waves crashed
on the distant shores
of a home only
imagined.
beneath the ink dark moon
i searched for her
but she was lost
to the pages of history,
her ashes left scattered
and far out to sea
where rolling waves dull
all the sharp edges
from a life only
imagined.
