SWITCHING OVER

the ocean is in eventide   the pausing of waters before obeying the change   ghosts of twilight hide within its stillness as a deep and distant rumbling stirs the edges of all horizons   splintered clouds inspect the madness unfolding below   where waters tempt the brave and foolish   Advertisements

WORDS AND WIND

It’s the perfect part   the best of day   innocence unafraid and promises of gold   I hear words in the wind   inviting clouds form as the earth spins beneath me   memories never expected to melt away remain safe   still full of breath    

LOST

The desert   a roar of silence   bland colors crooked shapes life absent   an innocent appearance   tempting footsteps and greedy eyes to wander like dust   random inspecting overturning a stone   looking back or was it there it all looks the same   no water no shade   lost