soul and sense

everyday,
I stand
and move along
an empty shore,
me with myself,

between
a wave
and a child,
between
laughter
and tears,
between
love
and loss,
between
being
and becoming,

everyday,
I watch
the shore
wiped clean,
without a trace
of yesterdays
or tomorrows,

everyday,
in that space
between
soul and sense,
I draw my face
against
the grains of sand,
to the song of a heart
who simply longs
to remember
herself.