Meeting

Following deaths and dawns we coincide,

inside a sea-hushed evening,

stifled by distant keening.

Shared fears forge a now silent impasse,

past mortals I move weightless,  

that traitor rooted stillness.

Speechless waits for talk of ancient cities,

ties to myths that join us still,

but fading light dies until

Light of a far-off flame in the shadows,

owes the whole salt-aired pageant,

a single drowning moment.