Alabaster Shells
Wayward souls sift in golden sand,reaching out to touch the hand.
Alabaster shells unleash the glows,
as dancing waves dash but flows.
It masks the shoreline in foamy Brine,
closing doors to lofty times...
The steady pace of rays that shine
release its power, then declines.
The sum of souls of seafaring mist
holds out an open fist,
Now gathers the ancient list...
Those who died at sea now comes
ashore, to face the land it implores
to free them from their watery grave
The summoning of those sailors so
Brave...
© allseasonsverse
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