The ocean’s waving,

Sending peaceful lullaby

Words now unspoken,

Somber, yet without distress.

Found in regulation, rest.

Above the mountains

My unconquered possession,

Captured, yet untamed.

Uncapturable

Through stroke of pen or rhyme

Her voice, words sublime.

Time’s old face caressed

By small ample hands passing

Brought closer to death.

Fragile thoughts of rain

Softly doze on passersby

Mingling with intent.

It was 5am.

I couldn’t drown the voices

Swimming in my head.

Sunrise, a breath’s distance

Brushed against my conscious mind,

Pleading for my rest.

My eyes, torn open

To the beauty in the world,

A sweet reminder.

Fading stars, rooted light,

Passing away into the depth

Always present guidance.

Lasting questions, nigh unspoken

Inscribed among the clouds

Floating discretely.

Thunderous echoes of the past,

Perilous reckoning of time,

Erupting promises to ash.

As night fades into sleep,

Dawn breaks while I dream.

My folly is thus,

In eyes emerald and gold,

Precious heart of stone.

Cherish the quiet,

Just never forget laughter,

They each have their place.

Scream obscenities,

While they claw around inside;

You will never hear.

Some desire a chase,

But I prefer the measured step,

A calm, stable flame.