Admit the tides of silver and reflection,
Accept confusing murmours, greet the east,
Where fresh horizon lightened for perfection,
And elegance of brightness hints the least.
Not far away to stand up, go, and sandness,
On edge of vastness, humbles and returns
All memories of tender touch, - to harness
And wash away abruptness, bringing pearls.
Not far, and right beside you graphic scriptures
Of steps behind flex and change the clues.
It's hard to rise... But luminary features,
And everything that stopped you melt and loose.