Dreams bleed out
of my eyes--
my self pulled out
from flesh.

Crickets howl,
silent ***** purple wind sits
atop the hill.
Waves meander to dark horizons.

I'm anchored by my emerald heart.

The world turns
I am still
bodies move
I am still
small grain sands blow
I am stil
The moon calls me
and I am still.

So many questions await
in the gray foamy splashes,
future's scattered ashes
and pieces of land swallowed
I shall never know!
So many lives out there
and twinkling echoes reflect in the dark water.
Dharma travelers and gypsy mavericks
stain the waves of future and past.
All the answers swim out there--
stories and realms unheard
lurk in the briny bubbling deep.

I'd like to simply feel the water between my toes,
sleep in the sand with a fiery dream fox
and a bottle of red time wine from Dionysus Lair
as we slowly fizzle and puddle into the late-night grains
slowly being washed away  into the picturesque dark ocean liquid.

But all the answers lay in waiting,
in ruin,
sinking, drowning
and rusting  in the refreshing chill waters.......