Celestial Shore

Shapeless as a shadow
That morphs with every moment...
Unformed and unbalanced, 
Still drifting on a dream...

It began when I died,
And lay dormant for years;
I awoke in the dark,
In the wake of my fears.

A specter I was,
A ghost in the grey;
Invisible, uninvited,
And no one knew my name.

I boarded a vessel,
And I left that land;
Went as far as I could,
And washed up on the sand.

Disturbance, division...
Bubble up from beneath...

I took a walk down starlight shoals,
Alone among so many;
It felt like a story, it had to be told,
But what would be the ending?

Crafting a castle,
Celestial shore...

Clumsy and cluttered, I felt so alive,
A child so eager to please;
Stammered and stuttered, unbearably shy,
Searching for how to be me.

Something swirls in the spaces
That no one can see...

He came in the night, he made me feel light,
And the rest was like a river;
He gave me new life, he saved me from strife,
And he held me when I quivered.

Tatters of time that slip through the sieve,
Purified petals that fall to the floor...

I died in the womb,
But I lived to be born;
No longer a specter,
No longer unformed.