Walking the waves of white, have no desire to capture the storms worthy truth.
Destination of ocean lost, water hitting the banks over and over again in time with the rumbling thundering skies.
Angry the sea becomes, with opinions deeper than the brownish eyes of her lovely shore, covering fires of disappointment and breathless desires of freedom lost.
Life forces encouragement to weary gathering of human despair, and thoughtless demands causing frustration, cooling off the warmth that used to exist in the hearts of thriving acceptance of human desire, continuing on with unbelievable teaching not meant to be passed down to children with lifeless eyes, with no smiles to bring in the light.
No sight to understand the meaning of a lifeless desire unformed in shape of untouchable memories still not found in the depth of unknown beliefs, remedies taught, but not released in times when unity could have brought down skyscrapers and wicked empires.
Now in silence, time weeps in disguise of what could of been, lost in the lake of despair, bathing unconsciously in the supernatural realm of a never forgotten world of realism in transformation disguised invisible, in the blue light of a once upon destiny.