we are climbing creaking stairs
clambering in covered dark,
tempting vespers of sea air
salt on our tongues.

when we reach the top we meet
seeping dark immensity,
giants turning in their sleep
like worlds begun.

pulsing, proud, powerful sea
plays against old wooden planks,
posing with infinity
this lighthouse stands.

waves that dash against the shore
shattering like shards of glass,
slice us down to nothing more
than grains of sand.

smoothing subtle boundaries
blending into lighthouse glow,
pale against infinity
we disappear.

underneath a docile moon
we absorb the emptiness,
rise like helium balloons
above the pier.

lifted for a bated breath
out across the universe,
in the peaceful black calm death
glistens like a demon tooth.

in this moment we're grains cast
into time's continuum,
high above our paltry past
closer to the truth.