A lady lost in billowing beach,
where vicious waves suspend her feet.
Stars, moonlit rinsed sand,
where men toss beer cans, they freak out
No one saw me.
I was not meant to be found, here,
where loopholes have been sewn to perfect lives.
The sky is dark, devoured in stained glass.
I was too late.
Everything's settled, none is yet to become.
The wind is cold as my lover.
I want to keep on walking to the edge,
sea and highway, side by side.
Perhaps, drown and resurface,
only with barren skin,
seeing waves crashing the shore
Like the time we both slip into froth,
of a heedless sea.