And a moon full and dominant in the night-sky,
Sand that is made-up of billions of tiny fragments-
of diamonds- sent down from the gods as a gift.
I listen to the gentle sounds of the sea and recall-
the laughter of children when the brightest sun-shone,
and scorched their skin.
Now I stand alone with only the stars for company,
I know what lies beyond the sea and I do not seek it- as you did,
My tired eyes look to the heavens and I cry out to the gods-
as they reign there as they once did on this land-
I hear the owl on her nightly search for prey-
and, I think of all that I have lost.