I write to visions of flash-backs,
bats flying out of darkest caves
and into the spray of sunlight
and the beach's afternoon breeze
Allow this clarity to give me immunity,
you're as enraged as my craziness
paints your hair red as my Eagle
wings, carry us to the darkest skies.....
No tip-toing sand left imprints
on this shore that beat us relentlessly,
we fly to the purple of this endlessly.