Meeting

Following deaths and dawns we coincide,

Inside a sea-hushed evening,
Stifled by distant keening

I, weightless now, move past bodies,

Some now dead, others watching,

Shamed to silence

Quiet waits for talk of ancient cities,
Ties to myths that join us still,
But fading light dies until,

The light of a flame in the shadows,
Spins the whole salt-aired pageant,

To one drowning moment.