A silence deep in glowing caves
Is never quite alone
It wonders in its quiet waves
To race and run from home.
Its spirts shine within the deep
To find a common stare
It shields us from a truth so steep
For how we see unfair.
Our deepest threat, our deepest care,
Is unique at each owns grave
Our silent screams are muted there,
Where fate, outruns, its wave.
Hat Tip: “The Ocean” by Nathaniel Hawthorne
eyes
futher more
surfaced in reflecting gloss –
just beneath
just as real,
as though
a drop
fell full,
into a glass
turning
stretching
into a mix
of color –
lost in its intensity
it’s life and the pain
that draws our beauty out.
Emerging –
From deep beyond
Cycling through,
The flow of you
Is how, the whole, responds.
Z, two, redshift through
Circles,
What make us –
You.
Texture, color, theme
Or a dream
The natural scene
On what makes, beauty –
To mean.
Rejected emissions
Insure, in the end
That the beginning
Of now-frames
Will return –
To transcend.
Wrinkle wedge sisters
Wrangle through time
Wrestling with whispers
Through its weathered –
Design.
The sky is calm
The tide is far
Upon its crested, dark reservoir.
A line of spray
A blanched, mist scar
Reflects its creased, gilded white char.
At point return,
And high point bar
We see its depth –
Time’s true, repertoire.
In the beginning
It was at the true end
A nothingness meaning
Just hiding its bend
In the just now
We see – what we send
As the forces of time
Pretend to defend.
Spiky star shining
Stark erosion, re-aligning
A hot temperance
Designed –
By combing.