Life is a mere whisper
A handprint on black-sanded beach
As the tide rises and the wind blows
Its fingers reach into a grey sky
Let free onto a silent gust
Ten years woven into a minute
Spent in a shadow of despair
In a memory of sunset
The gaunt sliver of a rising moon.
A handprint on black-sanded beach
As the tide rises and the wind blows
Its fingers reach into a grey sky
Let free onto a silent gust
Ten years woven into a minute
Spent in a shadow of despair
In a memory of sunset
The gaunt sliver of a rising moon.