Stones Over Sand

The concrete swirls of
Beige and maroon marks
Of mendacity; in being
Plush and plutocratic,
With the whispers of
Sea-scented breath
In paradoxical words

Were lying on the
Softened bed of the
Crushed and powdered
Swirls of brown and
White hues of poignancy;
In being poetic with
Cries and murmurs of
Sea-scented breath
In piteous sighs.

They lay by the
Shores the whole day;
Watching the Fire God
Rise and fall from afar.