plus A vanishing Planet

we drew two names in the sand
curving toward the sea in slants and subtlety
you took your hand away
and pointed to the vanishing planet
in the distance
it was good for me to be free
from your embrace
so I could see the light of grace
so bright
so evident
our truths are burning orbs above the ocean

when union whistles blow behind the trees
we know
it’s time to leave this wondrous place
but you give your hand again
and you pull me to the sand
curving toward the sea in slants and subtlety
your seagull grin
consumes my starfish frown
we’re falling down
we’re falling further than the land
we’re drawing names inside the sand

and this grace
it takes us
now we’re vanishing

our lives are burning orbs above the sea