Under a full moon she walked the beach
Toes in cool sand, sandals in her hands
whispering to no one
but the waves
Safe in the knowledge all of her words would be
washed out to sea

Only the moon, the ocean and a thousand mute starfish
Pledged to secrecy.

waking up before dawn, he prepares a folder of fresh stationery and his favorite pen - 

a pen so oft used, on this very shore, the sand and oils of his hand have transformed its dull gray plastic into a unique shimmering tone of silver

traversing the grassy dunes, he perches himself upon a rock flattened by centuries of erosion

for twenty minutes, the sun shines directly into his face

and for that brief period of time, he catches that fleeting and familiar sensation

chasing the ghost of an unrequited love, begging God for warmth, and unwinding of the knot borne within his chest

impossible to write out of a story line, she discovers
because he is more than she ever expected, and perhaps she is still unaware

but today bright eyes are bleeding

smearing the ink

signed sealed and delivered into the liquid unconscious

in an exercise of faith

of receipt, love and trust