nearer to beauty
genuine waves
sunset like a whole in the sky
so many faces pass you by
coming and going
sinking and swelling
like the crash of the sea on the shore
noise is never telling you why
birds of the land
plants of the bird
a line drawn that is never satisfied going straight
change is always in our fate
the moments we have will fade faster than a thumb nail scratch
but the scab remains a while
reminding of what once was felt
what once remained
split ends tell of how the roots are never recovered given new location
the shadows are always there to prove real
that is the only proof we have sometimes
history sold for half of its face value
even if you heard it
it doesn't make it true
black and white overcomes you
we reach and reach for something higher and higher
the sky is so big and should tell us what we need to hear
but the sky has seen everything and can not be just what we want
it will be what it is and nothing more
we will interpret it how we will
look at the sea as if its never been touched by an oil spill
everything is ours and now we must decide
will we allow it to be us
because it has already allowed us to be it