as littoral sand in the ebb
i shall await kiss of silvered lip,
until return of moonswept tide
washes herself over me
or breath of eternal shift
whispers me away
into a mirror of her memory-
upon this shelf at world's edge
will i forever rest,
humble in her gift of self
and illustrious in her swell,
or with eye upon all horizons
in devotion of gramercy
for hands that once touched me
but enlightened me ever after-