Pacifica

his ashes are upon the sand
where waves lap
and leave behind
bodies from the deep
these summoned offerings
the waves lay at my feet
as the musty salty sweet
rises in the air
from currents crashing
on water worn stones
the soft sand under my feet
a gentle place for us to sleep
where ends are met
to both ocean and to land
where broken bodies
break upon the standing stones
and souls stir in the constant
current of ebbing eternity
and ashes drift out to sea