Ephemeral

The Voice of an Ocean is near
to silvering horizons steered
a curious moon glows beyond

Few are such days from the race                                                                                                formless persons of spaces
where time’s walls dissolve

If a heart beats the true name of the sky
bewildered wonder could find
tides merge seamless with land

Which stars call the night to the shore?
thundered silence…..then a roar
as waves crash the sand

Some may swear to have seen
a bright flash of green
at the set of the sun

Rays of joy or of pain
they fall and so change
Every One

Through all the storms that will pass
finding some peace that lasts
and hope that withstands

Which stars call the night toward the shore?
aren’t we nothing more
than waves crashing sand