cocoa beach

through lace white waves
with frail hope
I thread along the shore
time is nothing
on this sand
where chaos rules
I am erased
with every step
the voice of shells
and seaweed bells
announce my sin
the raw complaint
in counterpoint
of gull and wind
the furtive tears
the weft and warp
of golden grass
I come in tattered fragments
to this place
a cell
a knife
a holy scar
I am
the fate of fallen stars
and men
the dice, the game
the sacred gene
the weaving of eternity

(c) 2008 J.L. Stanley