Black Savior

Footprints in sand. Marinha Grande, Portugal. (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

The sand beneath the water

Clouds beneath the tread

Of footsteps yet unseen

By the creature not in bed.

An angel of mercy,

A herald of death,

She held a bleeding starfish

In a fragile Dixie cup.

But trees can’t hold back the morning

Nor rocks hold back the tides

And within this epoch of shadow

A fellow creature dies