beach carpet—hot, dry, composite of miniature shell mirrors, pebbles, & sand molecules. each tiny bit composing a yellow shore blanket. i splay on this mosaic—my own music a collage made of millions of cells, notes, dancing, making me. each atom a party room of song & redemption long—longer than my eye can see the blue waves echoing off horizon edge.here i am.You brought me here, a bookmark in time, a pause. a place to be—just You & me. so here we are, together, on Your island beach.Your island beach where You take every memory every tear, each broken pottery piece...