Chase

I was once running,  bewildered,
chasing you, turning the wave, the shore upside down,
the sand, the albatrosses, they were all screaming,
until I caught you in the middle of death,
you, lead statuette, fallen from an incandescent moment,
me, middle-of-the-earth statuette,
I was hulling you and shaping you into different forms, over and over again.
Between both of us silence was sparkling,
almost perfect in death.
Until the dark realm cracks underneath a drop of living water
freeing us, forgotten like two sand castles
that fill the wide skies of a moment at twilight,
a crystal, happy, children's song,
the quiver of a boat anchored in a temporal loop,
in its restless calling it's being created and reborn
over and over again.