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
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
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
Roger Singer 