Sounds
of paradise lost

As waves crash,
the sea can break into a million pieces-
the fustian of nature's routine;
the waves break stolidly
into the shoreline once again.

The faraway sea glimmering;
the nearby foam
sizzling at the top and
the sound of sand s-
pilling unto earth.

Then swallowed into depths
of edacious time.
We hear our hands.
Held and clutching.
Onto hope.

The sunset blazing
and the connubio said,
underneath a rhythm-
a steady raging pulse
that is only ours.

There and then,
an impeccable symmetry-
etched into the horizon
far beyond
and only ours.

Across the sandy beaches of Candi Nasa.
This is the sound of paradise
lost in the moment of us.
A moment that is.
Only ours.

And we will walk
into the sunset
together on these sands,
no different than
how other roads are walked.


cuRRent...jer  ¶ 5:32 pm