To Dust

The coolness of the night air lingers
in the hush of pacific waves,
laughing stars reflect in her eyes
as she glides over tanned stones
searching for the echoes of day.

Unthinking she moves on, naive
curiosity calling behind every
bend, her time documented by
the silent sand as the notes
of sorrow carry on a subtle breeze.

The living are raised with the kiss
of an untamed star, her heart slows
as reflections fade and silhouettes
mask the details of every story,
floating weightless now in the waters.

The coolness of the night air lingers
in her whispered goodbye, a glance
through the echoes of day confirm
her fears as the laughter fades
and the tanned stones turn to dust.