“I bellowed for aid in the night and no one came,
Within the sound they hear his strong might,
Silent thoughts whisk as magically could be sung,
Give no thanks to the stun of their ears in site,

If I were to take my life tonight would anyone care?
Dignity and great honor typhlotic makes him go forth,
He shall be gone of these worldly thoughts if I so dare,
Shall he now unseal his burdens and proceed north,

My foresight of falsehood may travel aloof in the sea,  
The leaves crisped with frost break from the trees,
Traveling through realms of the brooks along rivers edge,
If he were never to be heard of or seen would anyone care?

I could have found my way if only some love had stayed,  
It seemed that those around me could no longer give a bane,
A sea expanded by endless brine a sweet chant of rolling tides,    
Becoming now a hymn of the sea for now it’s just the sea an me,

Beloved streams beleaguer of cerulean water and crystalline drops,
Specter of watery veins throughout the harbors now to comfort me”
       By Andrew Guzaldo 11/27/2018 ©