Sol waves a forlorn goodbye

to last kiss of sunlit aquatic dreams,

The spellbound majesty of the full moon

draws the tides to its blonde pulchritude

heaving bosom of the ebb and flow

creeps in white billows of foam

up the walkways where no footsteps

tread until the morrow dawns again

in harmony with the flow of life

washing clean the travesties of man.

Sleight of hand of tidal motion chanting

we are the magic, wiping grains of sand

from your weary eyes of pain and suffering -

a fresh wash of tears from the swelling seas.

in the darkening of our lives

you and i sparked;

found light in each other’s impending destruction.

in the final rays of blinding

you and i sparked;

found darkness in each other’s fading kindle.

again and again, this world

did not want us, did not

take us for what we were;

again and again,

we faced the fire for what we did.

we are the magic

were the magic

that gave this town life.

and we were left as nothing but footnotes

in the pages of dusty, forgotten books.