It is dull and barren
A Melancholy, listless day

Nature had sent the sinless spring
Into momentary silence, as if to shame

There are millions of nature’s mysteries
That I do not understand nor lay claim

The harsh now billowing west wind’s eyes
Engulf white-tipped frothy waves  

The midnight storm showers and lightning did mate
The fresh rain melts lavender petals in my wake

I was entranced by its walls of gloom, dark and dim
Manhood beats gallantly finally ridden of their sin

Childhood eternal biding silently
The lovely lulling sea almost swept me away

If not for the hypnotizing dance of the sea
It slapped a salty soul mist across my cheeks

My kindred spring soulfully awoke from slumber
To dancing clouds of joy that sliced the thunder

The sweet art of marmalade skies
Smiled back at me with June eyes

My chest is full and heavy:
I barely breathe
Until I arrange my fleeting thoughts,
and let my feelings swim.
When listening and watching life
My voice is often mute,
until a cloak-ed pen awakens,
and simple words align.
Pushing  aside raw feelings,
I live life vicariously,
as senses come alive.