When All the World Was Surely Done

When all the world was surely done
The nods and gestures set in stone
A woman came from far away
She walked the gray beach all alone

In silken tunic, olden, rare
In golden sandals, braided hair,
As all about her silence lapped
Her footprints disappearing there

Soft in the mist of gentle rain
The gray beach quiet, smooth and plain
She sang a song that rose the dawn
And something stirred to start again.