Glass Moon

As she walks along the darkened shore
Her breath sparkling silver in the air
And heartbeat of waves the only sound
She looks back once, just one last time
At a tiny cabin on the rocky hill

Cast from the window's dark frame
Is the warmth of a single yellow flicker
A candle, the only warmth it holds
She turns away and walks through
The palest of sapphire light

A soft swirl of foam meets her feet
She has tried to catch the tide before
It retreated from the darkened shore
When on other nights she walked in
The palest of sapphire light

As she walks beside the heartbeat
Each grain of sand crystallizes
Into shards of moonlit glass
Tearing at the naked flesh
She has no matches left

Her silver breath escapes
She looks upon the moon
Held as an orb above the sea
Forever shining, cold and vast
Waiting to be grasped

The heartbeat and
The silver breath --
a matchbook falls.
She waits no more
And swims