Immortal are these towers of Babel that scrape the sky for words of precise wonder.

Based in rubble are these tall vibrations of description that owe their origins to the majestic dirt.

Catch the wind as the trees form syllabi with no vocabulary to guide the mystical sounds never spoken.

Oh does man feel himself courageous as he shakes those cords in a rudimentary fashion.

Even stones can carry a tune of sadness in the winters frozen bitterness of spite.

So what makes these words so wise when they cannot speak to the earth or hear her pain and sorrow....merely waves against boulders with no feeling, no soul.

Cryptic vibration locked in step with the nuance of invisible tethers that hold matter still in motion. As universal constants are but pretty little lies told to children who resist change. Peering into the black that stares back mortality and the wishes of lost souls. To where in time does that universe fold and loop into a fated summers dream. As one looks through the glass breaking open much more then space, as a meaning for life unending. While all seems still at the slowest vibration, look into the place that scares you most, for the time has come when we can no longer hide, from a wave that is the longest crashing in history. Yet, look not to the stars for answers trapped in a code, that for millennium has had no spoken key. The words that pour from a soul are ones we may never know, but if for a moment we feel...it's our perfection.

Memories hang like pictures in synaptic hallways of electricity,
Waiting for a sound or smell to release their authenticity.

Flowers in the wind to oceans run ashore off in the distance, hard to fight a flood when we have no built resistance.

Can you smell the cherished past that hides inside the smoke, do you feel your childhood when the softest silk is stroked.

Fall into a daydream of times that have gone by, to live within the moment that often makes us cry.

To miss the ones forgotten in gentle summer breeze, caress the textured stone as we once again greet them on our knees.

But they are never lost for we are always tethered, trapped inside our minds in the pathways of forever.

Boiled blood will crystallize like razors in the veins, poison so uncivilized seeing kindness as so strange.

Attacking and belittling like a viper when they strike, pushing for the moment when a button says to fight.

So sad are poking prods forcing changes in emotion, the difference between hate and love is like a pond verse an ocean.

Always baiting kinder souls to break and cross that line, yet slithering into one that is worse will surely change the mind.

Though we may pass unto the veil of pale dark of night, we will not fear the death of stars. For in the vastness of the universe a stone hope is born. Though we may fall to the failures of human kind, the ridge spirit of the oneness endures. In the souls of hearts in passionate display forever amalgamated to the universe deepest core. The seeds encoded with the love of a billion generation into the strength of a trillion more. Though we may parish and crumble to dust, love and honor will endure. We count the years as mere seconds in the record of the light, there is no end or beginning to hold markers to. As we young ones divide the blade of grass that is all of us, we still endure as one. The vibrant spark that burns in the soul of all, carried for eternity passed on to hold forever.  Though we fail to see the ocean in a raindrop, we will return all the same. We are held tightly in the loving cradle from once we arise, born for the time when we witness a new life's star materialize. Basking in the illumination that our souls will pass on, into the time when all but light is gone. For we are the universe and the universe is we, born of the stars where our love will infinitely shine free.