Riddled filled
holes and
rusty dust
remains green
along the sand.

Sing, but only
for the song,
what it once meant
to have a strong voice
gone,
how it was larger
than life itself
stronger than death.

Opinions
meant everything once...
lost among the waves
of  littered rooftops.

proud to call
you friends,
shroud,
to write you
psalms.

It blew to soothe
the savage wind.
So I grew tall
withstood
the watery grave
splashed upon
the break of
cliff sides,
landslide,
tsunami,
I was...
the piercing wail
in summer sheen,
what you felt
meant everything.

I had
destroyed
with love.

Wake tide!
become lost,
be afraid,
speak thy  name
unto the breeze
let it come to ease
your burdened brow.
For I,
will always ,
know
you.