tides, eternal

[Poetry]

we emerge 

a foamy crest 
collects at our feet

         ethereal 

in our newfound grace 


our steps, delicate
woven with threads of gold

dance among the echoes 
in the 

          empty 

                     spaces

leaving impressions

          deeper

than of the ones 
who came before


in hesitant breath, words escape 
from the mosaic of souls

the distant farewells linger 

          hanging 

                     in the air 

absorbing the weight of change