This swell in my heart has me considering the sea
'For as it is with the oft rough oceans
That calmness follows great depressions
Replaced by the beauty of royal blues or emerald greens
Standing in stark contrast to the ***** browns and dingy hues
That swirl during times of hurricane force
Like life (and the seas) we oft face times like these
Where mighty upheavals threaten to displace
The footholds to which we become accustomed
Frantically scrambling to reassume some measure
Of the balance better found in quiet places
Where no tide nor storm dare wake
Or disturb the imagined reds of rose or yellows of the sun
That too frequently paint the world in an impression
Even Monet could slightly hope to recreate
'For it is in this desire of serenity that we take for granted
Such trials and tribulations as seen by the seas
Appreciating them only after the calming and the waves recede

I can almost see my future
Though blurred beyond these tears
My world will not be enslaved
To this decrepit corporeal form
...
I see myself standing straight and tall
Proud of my accomplishments
As a father, a husband, and worker
That bows to no man nor pain
Of inferior caste to a burning heart
Whose only desire has been the good
That this beautiful world has to offer
Ignoring the evil taint of sickness
Or vile beings that crave company
In an attempt to see me kneel
Broken and beaten by the labor
Necessary to provide stability
For the family I love above all else
Yes, I can almost see my future
...
It's magnified by these tears

Do not fear the dark that dominates
Your horizons
Instead respect the light that highlights
Your reasons

For in the season of man doth war
Rule over the minds of the blind
Whilst hope doth shine in the eyes
Of the free to see but not to be
As the slaves they are to the power
Cast upon them by thy contrived
To pull yonder veil in concealment
Against truths stronger than thous
Might makes right imperative
Strown across the globe to corrupt
Thine enemy to forever kneel
Afore the folly of mans aversion
Whereas peace is but a demon at night
And death is but an angel of light

We are lost only so far as we can see
Do not let the cravens of power
Bury ye

Silence rarely ends in a whisper
For it is too common that life
And all its accoutrements
Begins with it's rival
...
BANG!
...
Leaving behind all certainty that solitude
Is commonplace in the universe wide
Nay, sound is all around us!
It reverberates in our very molecules
Enticing us to sway and flow
With the motion of space itself
Which is ever expanding like a balloon
In the process of inflation
Continually getting bigger and bigger
Louder and louder
Until critical mass is achieved
With the world we dance upon
Sitting at the very epicenter of tragedy
Whereas all matter reverses course
To crunch with a
...
BANG!
...
Leading to the first whisper of silence

Standing never felt so selfish
For when love has knelt before you
Or you before it
The world and it's clocks pause
...
Yield
...
To every beat of the rapid cacophony
Ticking faster than any standard metronome
Dissonant from the first words
"Will you..."
Yet somehow harmonious when completed
"Marry me..."

It is in that second that time rewinds
And all the memories shared between
Two hearts
Melds together in the perfect landscape
Of carefully planned out location
All just for hoping
...
Wishing
...
That the answer given might slow the pulse
Allowing the clocks to tick and tock
At regular intervals once more
All so that the selfish desire to stand
Can be done selflessly
The minute you say
"Yes"