The ritualistic movements, the way she waved  with her  broken smile.

She wanted to be illuminated, but I was too far in the shadows, beneath the earth in Some primordial vault.

Perhaps our worlds were two different, perhaps our inability to think past our own planet caused  The dissolution of sanctity.

O  sweet angel, when you move west don’t forget about the eastern coast, don’t forget about our hands and how they fit, don’t forget about the innumerable tress,  and how we got lost on those mountain paths, Don’t forget how I looked into your eyes and saw Olympus.

Are union was built, but like Rome, or  Carthage, Things fall apart as time pushes toward the ever present power of finality

I have a familiarity with longing
O the mighty power of silence
O the promise of something more-
A wandering man is someone you’ll ignore

Everything is restless
Overwhelmed with sorrow
A billion souls, desperate for tomorrow.

And why
Why does the modern land not know of its past
Driven made by inner desolation
As if famine were at hand?

I've watched the catalog
Of a long life,
He grinds away and toils under Helios.

My grandfather had anguish
No man could match
But in my eyes, he shined like a blazing sun.

Voices speak to me
As if I was a child,
It must be him again
Watching from a cloud.

As though in prayer
He examined every rock,
And tree humbly.

Thick fingers picking basalt,
And limestone, as he thinks
Of games he’s outgrown.

Searching all day
For that special rock,
The hobby of a wanderer
Who has yet to stop.

The biology of landscapes,
Waiting for those wobbly hands.

Tidal movements
Improve his posture
And Gia, a mother,
And a father.

Craggy beaches
And their silent edges,
Created devotional men illumined by the waves,
And treasures.

Interlocking fingers raised up toward heaven
Unity is like a mysterious conquest,
Constantly searching for something that fits.

He was once full of hatred
But over time patience sets in and men begin to grow
Like a flower under the unbearable heat,
Somehow the meek shall inherit the earth

The interlocking of hands
A symbol of some holy connection-
Friends gather round;
I am you, a beautiful reflection-
No matter what color or creed
I find ease in your grace.

Do the fish and fauna know of its own beauty?
The meek someone gaining strength over time-
We, hoping greed has played its final hand,
We, who transcends time and space with love.

Shall I scatter my past upon the reckless world?
Or shall my palace be shattered amid ashes
And bone?

Long ago dogma surrounded the boy
But trauma can stop the turning of planets,
Or the sensation of watching the leaves change.

Each frame was taken by the mind,
Seems to rewind on those gray days at dusk,
But the reply is worth admission.

Leaks can be stopped
And tears can be dried,
Faith can be dead, while thy spirit is alive.

The bare earth full of sorrow
I scan the land,
With the lamp of light.

I rest my hand against the tender green buds,
Wishing for a friend.
Snapping light twigs with a half *** grin.

Now it's just me and my wooden prison,
Too afraid of the world
Afraid of what could be?

No amount of wine
Will stop time, and yet the tendrils fade each season.
And the groves grow cold.

I follow the patterns of the fish,
And the borders of the ocean,
The tidal waves movement,
And the coastal erosion.

I see the seabirds sing near
The mangrove forest,
We’ve altered the bays,
Now we can't ignore it.

Poseidon- king of kings,
Let us not be shipwrecked
By your trident and offerings.

The fluctuation of life
And the mixing layers,
The coral and gems,
Won't answer our prayers.

Although we know the price
Of a world without waves,
Will poison ourselves
Until the last of our days.

The storm seems to be over:
Tender droplets of water,
Make their way down thy windowpane,
As soaked hills, swell in the distance.

The Green Mountains, bulging out of the earth.
I must be brave like the men of Dunkirk.

Do not be afraid of the animal spirit
It's hard enough looking in a mirror,
So let us make amends as we pray.
Gabriel, Your watch is over.

Storms might be over
But never done.
Do not be afraid.

Let them gaze at the withering surface
Let them be strong in the face of power
Let them be meek in the company of cowards
Let them be free.
Amen.