Wide eyed I searched for words
Etched on sand stone walls
Old memories sound in the
Subconscious mind and
Arch my whitewashed thoughts
That excite mysteries beyond dusk

Underneath our blue skies that form
Pictured clouds that tale stories of
Old and shatter the trust of illusion
While viewing the light naked fibres
Whose beauty steams the lost waves
In a shifting wind

Within thy sad thoughts that soar
And rise like the morning tide
And crumbles into fine sand
But evil reigns in the struggled mind
All power proceeds in a locked perception
Unexpressed by our narrowed past