I leave my words lazily adrift

On the evening tides

Pushing outward and over

The darkening horizon

–

Light and quiet they sail

In tune with the waves,

Blissfully ensnared

By their phantom chords

–

Pushing away

From the draw of my pulse

Rushing back and forth

Between peace and peril

–

I find them still tethered

To the silver thread of dawn

And scatter them at dusk

With a heartsick prayer