Footfalls upon the sand, not sand, but stardust, coarse and brilliant
I write with my steps, stories etched in light
Who walks behind? Shadow and whisper; perhaps they are one
My footsteps echo into the hush, unanswered, ask not why
Pines of glass, bending without wind,
Stars like eyes, watching, judging, beyond comprehension
The celestial tides pull at thoughts, loose fragments
Are we lost, or merely where paths weave in secret?
Ink upon paper? No, light upon memory
The flicker of truth obscured by dazzle and mirage
Each breath a ripple, echoes expanding,
Yet the shores... eternal in silent embrace