The clearest nights are the coldest nights
Silver dawn
Hear  the drums of morning play
For as long as I can see back,
I wondered to discover
Where do I belong in this world?
Merely a few minutes in a lifetime of companionship,
no one ever understanding me writing me off as a weird dream.
I never went looking for poetry,
it found me longing for my romantic story of life
I hope I have done it justice
The fluttering call of lazy seas,
pounding the shore of a Lotus haunted mind.
These colonies of Dreamscapes