The Taste of Grit & Brine

Give me that taste of grit and brine
That seemingly endless horizon—that finite shore
Keep your immortality, with divine promises of forevermore

I bask in the temporary darkness and twinkling shine
Amidst the place of dreams, floating here and there
The island of firelight with dancing embers in the air

Give me that taste of grit and brine
The sting of pain and bite of sorrow
Of loved ones passed; uncertain tomorrows

Give me that taste of grit and brine
Wild wales of weeping and tears
Black arms. Black feet. Death lingers here

Give me that taste of grit and brine
Wild and drunken and bare, making love without care
The this. The now. Passing moments we dare

We dare to question infinity—
Incomprehensible. Infinite. Purpose.
Answers never found. Deities absolute and ruthless

Give me that taste of grit and brine
That which the gods envy; the temporary memory
The passing moments. The beautiful temporary