Walking the waves of white, have no
desire to capture the storms worthy
Destination of ocean lost, water
hitting the banks over and over
again in time with the rumbling
Angry the sea becomes, with opinions
deeper then the brownish eyes of
her lovely shore less shores, covering
fires of disappointment and breathless
desires of freedom lost.
Life forces encouragement to weary
gathering of human despair, and thoughtless
demands causing frustration, cooling off the
warmth that use to exist in the hearts of
thriving acceptance of human desire, continuing
on with unbelievable teaching not meant to
be past down to children with lifeless eyes, with
no smiles to bring in the light.
No sight to understand the meaning of a lifeless desire unformed in shape of untouchable memories still not found in the depth of unknown beliefs, remedies taught, but not released in times when unity could of brought down skyscrapers of wicked empires.
Now in silence, time weeps in disguise of what could
of been, lost in the lake of despair, bathing unconsciously
in the supernatural realm of a never forgotten world of
realism in transformation disguised invisible, in the blue light of a once upon destiny.