Sea Stone Souls

with hardened grit from many grains of time
stark and solid
days cleave from a stone

he is spinning through the sea

sinking deep into her columns
where the vertigo is vivid
past the current's pushes
before it pulls him in again

he is rocking with the tide

traces of us come in many waves
as weathered faces find their form
waters which bring us ruin in the storm
guard the flesh, fill the souls of these
illuminated silhouettes of ribbon

he is washing up on the shore

our bodies bind for moments
in delightful, perfect tangles
pausing before throwing ourselves in
to drown out the insanity
of teasing delicate senses with calamity

pebbles pooling on the bottom
find their rest after all
the ocean's fateful strokes

he is rounded, smoothed and
softened

Forsaken Keepsakes

when pain becomes pleasure
amidst hope and despair
there lies the shattering of an innocent creature
cries erupting through the crowded air
make way for frantic glances
the timid taking bold advances
taming young, to raise the wise

it is enough to make me forfeit my salvation
and squander my inheritance of grace
the sins of a wild child crave devastation
what now is lost goes on without a trace

Quick Reflection

where dreams flow
I want to know

rare glimpses have I caught
in far off hills and distant thought

while tending torments and sewing scars
the light did dart through my heart

some moments arrive in the storm front
others, with clarity, come on clouds

among lands so pure, a sacred space
where the clock and scale have no face

there is no measure in a dream
of time and space, their mortal stream

where life can sing eternally
filling deep springs so faithfully

circling above the water
dreams flow

and know
I cannot

Storm's Eye

In the eye of the storm
I have seen myself castoff
and castaway well weathered
into distant calm waters
washed upon warm shores
I find protection

In the eye of the storm
I am sheltered and at peace
yet from overhead I hear the voice
and the waves carry whispers of her fury
great walls of love keep me secret
safe from the swathes that surround me

In the eye of the storm
I know that from everywhere
she is coming, her stare has stolen me
and her love betrays me
keeps me safe by shrouding me with
great wastes of love
milked from wrath and jealousy

yet I remain a grateful grinning guard
of this storm's heart