The Footsteps

To whom do these footsteps belong,

Abandoned echoes in this fleeting song?

A faceless face, a nameless name,

A visible thread in an invisible game.

The ruins that remain from a radiant spark,

A fleeting print of an eternal mark.

Lives lived in joy and pain,

Stories to be swept by the waves and rain.

Into the ocean they go,

These footsteps - they know.

Returning home,

Together and alone.