She’s a sandy beach blonde

Walking a longshore

Through the winds of time

Every step into this world her bond

Does not quake from what we tore

Though quiet in this storm we find

The dust stirred never settles

In it, she absconds.

She strolls with the mist of the wake

That breeze brushing her hair

Nature at her command bleeds for her fair

As the sun crushes the horizon

And the heavens spill onto the landscape

She drinks the event willingly

Like poison passion poured into her cup

Willingly she drinks what you poured.

She’s a sandy beach blonde

Walking a long, longshore

With a chained dirk around her neck

Her bare feet stride in the water

Frees her from the depths of the dark

Momentarily – Briefly – A passion’s second

And the darkness swallows her up again

Just like the damp starlit night

With only the voice of the waters

Surging through the rocks

Polished shells fragmented cutting her feet

The dust of the many that have come

Never settles

She absconds in it.

She’s a sandy beach blonde

Walking a longshore

And she remembers when she looked outward

Oh, how she enveloped his being

Gave herself to his fire

And let herself like a wick in gasoline

Together the fire burnt like water

Fluid as thick melted sugar

And their souls cracked

And splintered like shattered mirrors

She stumbles from the room of fog

From the hot shower running

And a glass on the floor

Bloodied footprints on the tiles

The steam keeps rising

She absconds in it.

She’s a sandy beach blonde

Walking a longshore

She brushes the broken glass from her hands

Sitting on the cold tile floor wipes the shards

From the soles of her feet

Looking into the distance she is awed

There’s a dark thunderous storm coming

And from where she sits

Only the running shower can be heard

She peers into the dark quiet

Where thunder is mute and lightning bright

The rolling thunderheads

Black petals of flowers that will rise up

Mist and dust

For her to abscond from it

She is the angel of morning spreading her wings

And pours herself onto the world

She is the life that at high noon

Reaches down with all her prayers

To pull us from the abyss

She is the hope with which she flies over

Hidden by dark clouds

She’ll make it rain through the dry spell

And at the end of the day, she is the one

That kneels and prays for a better day

Wrapping her wings safely around us

And as all the colors of you

Appears in the light

Everything is like gasoline on water

Setting us all a fire

She’s a sandy beach blonde

Walking a longshore

As she pulls herself from the washroom wreckage

She sees him unconscious in the broken glass

Rolling him on his back pinching the shards

From his skin and hair

Reaches to turn off the running water

And as it stops

Thunder cracks through her

And he opens his eyes

Seeing what she’s become

That thread

That connects us to hope in heaven,

Snaps; all the angels and demons drop to their knees

The rain begins

Her tears well up to a rush of darkness

In this, she absconds

She’s a sandy beach blonde

Walking a longshore

He’s gone to the ashes to the rain

To the mud that mires life.