Out here in the reaches

Words can only extend to the civilized edge,

Then they cannot lead us back anymore.

What stock we put in them, words,

Full of the meaning that we think they have,

And meaning something completely different.

This is the truth one feels of

What is just that nebulous

Stardust, out in the ever-extending

Reaches of a mind, put there

By the missed contact of eyes,

The quickly-left embrace,

The half-ly-hearted goodbyes.

It is

The instinct of a soul recognizing

The distance of another.

And without its way back,

Out here in the reaches - well

The dunes,

They become the sea.