Time becomes sacred in darkness Tracing each step heel after heel Tides flow and seep past mysteries Where the mission of ghosts is revealed Steps on the sand freeze in focus The night of pure pleasure is spent The heartbroken remember confessions The curious will check for footprints Images slip naked in darkness While ghosts try to hide in the sea Bodies exhausted from begging Collapse without paying a fee A beach intentionally void of angels A breeze reluctantly heaven sent Unremarkable waves collapsing on cue Comfortably seeping into footprints The moon stares off without looking Someone is chasing a lesser god’s scent Some found the altar of shame and regret By tracing the outlines of footprints Muffled words speak loudly in silence Of conquest and glory in the night Until the uninterested spirits awaken And deliver the judgement of light
