If I said your name to the lengthening night,

would you hear it over the waves?

If I whispered your presence into the damp breeze,

would the mist touch your skin?

If I drew my patience (your hands) into the moist, cool earth,

would you see it in the sand?

If I pressed my fingers, spelling onto the foggy glass,

would the water cut your skin?

And if I carved your face upon autumn's rotting wood,

would you see it in your beach fire embers?