Weeping Shore Poem by Antonio Liao

done in the curve of every sand;
lush of grain molded in the wind of
survival that curtain anyone
with fear

thou sleep yet! wake in the
marble of storm, whereby blood
and storm edge in the
home of death

wait i come not to loose
your faith; drifted with hope
and courage, a love
that fade all chapter of pain

mounted with light and lasting
covenant to live, the angel
triumphantly sings their voices
of praise the
golden ageless echo of LOVE
lives