The lone birdsong Perched atop sea breeze Breathes melody A call to life.
In shapes of obscure sky And swaying casuarinas The falling evening Drowns the sun in sea.— % &To coming of Prometheus In shadows and darkness Blooming of souls Trying to catch fire.
The song gives way To mirror like sand And red crabs seeking home Dawn breaks the reverie.
A different day hits life again, The song is a memory An aching dream In some distant world unmade.— % &
Somedays just looking out of the window Is enough to invite sadness, A profound melancholy For times past, for times untouched For times in fiction For times when wonder was alive,
For a time which is unattainable Lost to time itself.
But the craving remains Getting wet in the rain As I seek beauty in now In time that is With you by my side.
Somedays she was summer, Others melancholy rains making coffee, Sometimes she was just spring Just waiting to bloom, Other days she was storm Breaking everything,
But she remained the reason each day, One lifelong season.
Like a painted sea With rough waves and distant echoes, Shackled to memories Swaying to the howling winds of August Trying to etch marks Upon the cloudy sand, With bare hands— % &Till the soft lining of soul came off To reveal the core Layered in desire and agony Love bloomed And Atlas shrugged, Bringing down the cosmic rain— % &But real sea brought dirt Passed on the sins, Guilt, occassionally blood And the end of time Where sea ate the sky Thus, freeing Atlas.— % &
Bonds forged, some made, some from past, Some into the future, Of blood and not blood Pathways into ways, Near and afar, In this life or other ones Here or elsewhere, Bound by bonds That are more than just bonds These are what make us, Make us whole, Most of all - human.