Echoes of Eternity

The dirndl whipped about in the storm
as she ran across the beach
away from the lighthouse.
Lightning ripped apart the sky
annihilation of the night.
They twinkled, the stars,
On her skirt.
Slipping, falling, stumbling
bleeding she made her way
to the waiting solace.
Endless, bottomless wait as
echoes of eternity haunt
her ringing ears
as the blood on her
wrists run in a deluge
to the depths of the
being of her existence.
Dithyramb songs float
in tarnished space.
The yellow-orange flames
of dusk have come down
in a cascade of efforts
to escape the dungeons.
Dying, praying, screaming
as the voices of the night
drown out her soulbeats.
In the infidelity of life,
the scars have opened up again.
But there, it waits
for the Morse code flashes
on the raging sea.
Froth is the heaven, the echo
she hears everyday
running through the bubbling
foam and farther
farther still, till at last
she was swallowed by the
embrace of the night.
The dirndl whipped about in the storm
as she ran across the beach
away from the lighthouse.

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The light turned green.
I crossed the road amidst
The echoes of eternity.