I stand upon a depthless shore.
Of boulders dashed yet hardened core.
A white mirage of rounded shapes.
Both smooth of head and void of nape.
Their eyeless endless surface gleams.
With stories ancient to unfold.
Seas fingers cut as glamour glacier streams.
Through rock malignant, hard and cold.
The high and mighty giants above.
From which they fell from ageless grace.
Cascade from greener fruitful love.
To barren border carved of waste.
The seas cool hands caress one side.
Towards its airless darkened keep.
While land with vidual far and wide.
Just idles as to sand and it weeps.
