Mikhail Bennett - Black Salt Cathedral

Leaving silver on the waves.
I walked the shoreline barefoot,
Past the driftwood and the rain.
The old lighthouse was still standing,
But its light had long since changed.
You're Chevy by the seawall, half-buried in the sand,
Just where we left it that summer when forever felt close at hand.
The tide was pulling secrets from the corners of my mind,
Every step toward that cathedral brought another year to life.
Black Salt Cathedral, standing where the wild tide breaks.