Orison

Stand and watch a dying sun 
Over an already dead horizon 
Watch the seas give up their dead 
Enveloped in the calm of tidal drowning 
Eyes shimmer in holy glow of eventide 
And every word of prayer is cast into the wind 
May they surface through your skin 
A benevolent dermographia 
And may they bleed out from your eyes 
When you shed your tears 
For those whose ashes lay beneath your feet.