At The Ocean’s Edge
Autumnblitz

I hear the footsteps of the wind erase the path I have walked,
I hear the racket, the madness that is life unmoored,
the waves wash my lonely feet of sorrow,
my shoes fill with sand,
and my hair thickens with salt.

Dusk falls like blades of glistening knives,
the binding knot of the past is cut,
another mile is walked on this shore toward tomorrow.

Coral Sea below the Southern Cross,
I hear the koalas grunt in the dark,
the shipwreck of days gone by will drift to shore by morning,
a wineglass shatters like a song,
and the black waves sweep in a black night of scattered starlight.