Breakthroughs, stars in the night skye
Wake me in the starlight
That soft gleam on a moonless night;
Those cool sands shifting underfoot;
Their footprints slowed and then erased
wiped clean by the winds
None walked here save the winds
Whisper'd glances and smitten thoughts,
Come and lie down beside me
Those are the artefacts of my life
Take them and fashion my epitaph
How could that be?
I am burnt,
no markers for me.
Gaia cried and that will suffice:
those heaving's, those roilings,
those ripples across that sheened flesh
Mine I said
or did she not hear?