Moccasin slippers
tip toe down
a silent corridor

finds an angel weeping
at a closed door

she lived off crumbs
walked a million miles through flame and volcanic rock

tornado in her voice
hungry man sobbing
in her eyes

she still likes to watch butterflies
at the Park, downtown

hoping one day her love
will come back with the keys

she needs to open it
before solitary madness
repeats old tapes

and the shrewd air
is screaming back
at her

punishing her
for being innocent.

Touch the thirst
sandy throat
  nomad drifter

remembering rain
  when all the August grains
    cry out
  
inside a fiery tornado
  lit up in the center

with a bolt
  scorching,
    hotter than Sun.

Funnel of light
  leveling the expression
    you seek.

Must I start over
  carrying silent debree
    after you stormed through me

leaving this bright residue
   still twisting inside
     my hidden pathway.

Touch my thirst
  sizzle the answers
    into August grains,

flash flood this Mojave
with the echo
    of your flood.

Tow the ache
  simmering magnetic
    slivers of sunset awe
  
         streaking unnamed things
           holding it inside
              unleashing rivers of
       clean starlight

giving itself
      to the earth.

    Loneliness smells like curling
        smoke drifting on a crisp night
           when a thousand howls
               plead to the Harvest Moon

                    for something
                       buried inside
                          sprouting to get out.

Call it the invisible field of yourself
  where nobody can see what
     grows there, except the One
        who flies through it,    

        
   monitoring it all
       with unconditional love          listening to the ache
  of diversity yearn for itself

on another level
where two becomes One.

Transparent sky
tickling clouds
laughing light

angelic angles
mysterious views
  once dark, now bright

sliding clarity
ladder of hope
strength of twilight

blending the blessing
of gentle blue stretching
through black,

blizzard in Spring

two world's meet
  snow falling in Pure Sunlight

meet me out back
of the store
where entanglement

unlocks the golden door
  with hidden keys
from God's tears

sliding unbelievably
  down my face.

Lurching forward like a spasm of fluttering light,

veins
   whisper
Sun
through
  leaves

  transparent rivers
crisply speaking
golden sand intently listening

to the hidden sound of a mountain
  spilling melted snowflake secrets.

Will you always be an ocean I cannot fully understand?

A few weeks ago a woman at the park caught me beating up my van.

I didn't even know she was there until later.

I wasn't mad at anybody or anything.

I just felt the pressure of life getting to me.

The writing was slow and gruelling.
My style felt off and I was working like a dog dealing with angry people.

Thorns of being an empath.
Extra sensitivity surrounding me.
It's been a long time since I lived in the city.

Completely opposite of Home.

The writing was slow and the solitary warrior rebuilding his voice, yet physically worn down.

Something incredible is happening to me I cannot explain.

Waves of light keep bombarding my body during meditation.

When I connect to compassion it ripples through me in divine ecstasy.

It's like a living Angel burning in my body.

It makes me cry.

It takes my words.

It speaks to me.

It even cries through me.

It's like Heaven is visiting me
  and it leaves me tongue tied.

Love bombs me and my Hiroshima is levelled.

My eyes smoldering,
ten million shards of glass
  speaking through the Sun.

All my fragments coming back  
  together.

God's tears are changing me and I actually wake up happy.

Songs keep playing from the juke box in my heart but I am so caught off guard by the language it uses I can't seem to interpret it in a way that even remotely pleases me.

Am I reaping rewards from transmuting my darkness?

Is this my heaven on earth?

God inside me.

Breaking through my mortal shell with ammunition so amazing
I cannot capture a single blaze with any words that do it justice.

Do I need to run far away to the mountain and listen to grass speak?

Do I nose dive into silence?

Do I surf into awe?

Should I listen closer, expecting to
  blast off as the intensity of Love
   threatens to send me back
     through space?

Do I sit back, be patient,
feel my roots grow even deeper
  as your whispers brighten like an
   incomprehensible tree from
      Heaven?

Do I shut up and open further
   as falling rain hits me and the fruit
     I eat is sweeter than Eden.



https://youtu.be/hHXau3zAe7E

You started out a trickle
Ran down
Turned dirt into mud
played in shadow
warmed in Sun

You gathered speed downhill
eager to see further
dying to know
what strummed hidden strings
inside to make music in silence.

A burn to know
why fires raged the world

A burn to know
what lie hidden behind it all

You traveled
met other trickling streams

joined together
shared a course
became pathways
turned corners
sprinted free
fell from heights
exhilarated drops
falling from peaks

something inside echoed to you

words dashed and skated from trees

glanced through tiger stripes
danced free in meadow
you strained to catch as many as you could flow out

intuition glistened
you learned a lot every time you didn't listen to it.

Something always seemed to try and interrupt your flow

Continuing down you heard a mighty rush.

Exploration carving mountain veins in something bigger than yourself.

When you merged in river
you were astounded by its width, marveled at its sheer power, respected its speed, drop by drop you grew.

Beneath a canyon
moonlight draped its magic
upon everything.

Sizzling violet freeze
sneaking through yourself

Indestructible light
hitting you
shuttering thought
opening knowing

lit up and transfixed
you ran

gathering momentum
you knew this body as one vessel

leaves drifted down
you floated them
to where they wanted to go.

Salmon flew up from below
trying to spawn
bruised and thrashed
they kept going

Resilience against the stream
crept into you, beckoned, turned a string, made a different sound, grew loud with change, something wild clawed your shine, drew you in, reversed the course, another tunnel underground opened up, you dove down, lost control, grew savage, turned hostile, lost speed, sat stagnant, began to stink, begged to feel light.

You ached to get back.
Searching for escape you evaporated.

Dissolved in air.

Dreams carried you high
white cloud absorption
floating through blue
waiting to cry

grey stained you
left you stranded
sky drift
years passed
lies became truth
questions exploded
wild wonder lost
hope for river
burning golden ropes
through your heart

Dreams smashed October
left it fluttering in bright annihilation.

Different strings played
other tunes surprisingly rash and full of contempt,
mashed you down.

A thousand feet of trample.

Distrust turned the world upside down

The moon disappeared
left you incomplete and full of absence.

Melancholy meltdown

Wars raged within
Love turned to hate
spikes grew and twisted cold metal reflecting everything back to you

Mean chill bite
crimson boiling
scarred visions
Lost friends

Until

One night an angel came to you
Spoke softly in a dream
her radiated voice
cradling your hope
for what lie beyond

A flash of remembrance
sizzles
cuts shadows off your night
full moon returns
captures the sky
You remember
how to cry
You fall
Exhilarated

Knowing the river waits your return. One body moving fresh.

Pure shine of power
Is yours again
she will float you down
the brilliant expanse of ocean
patiently waiting to embrace you.

Think of tenderness
as moon

bright coin
rolling tricks in space

7 billion eyes
roaming her love,

Given by Sun-
Even She by distance feels bruised.

Magnetic pulling
effecting entire oceans.

Tides inside us
responding, rising

leaving heavenly echoes
spread out

among lavender sand.

Influenced by twilight
  mesmerizing eyes
digging further into Fall.

Giants in the sky
circling dark to white,
  now orange to pink.

Double rainbow slashing
up, disappearing into hill.

Orphans of leaves following you.

Head full of reflections
sunk into grass.

Her movements wave hypnotic wands in front of me.

Turbulent strings quivering from
  invisible fingers recklessly playing
blue thunder.

Nameless now as ever before
  her excellent ghost which
    lights me.

Why do you rage inside me
  when the flames have lost
all sound?

I know secret air
your wild ocean winds
  stabbing angels
pretending to be people.

I see stars dripping outside
every lonely window,

turn over my spirit
to soft whispers.

Darkness sings
stars fly falling
   still you ask me
to master white storm.

This part of me no longer craves bodies,

my walls begin rising
  nobody has time to undersand   what we all go through.

It's fine.
I'll keep it to myself.

My hard burn cry bolting for the galloping  green pastures.

Hoping to tune back in
to a station playing for
love and children.

My dust ghost space knows how to power ache flow hoping to find
  your running rainbow lips

promising eternal sunshine
for quiet pen minds.

Melt my waves
piece by piece.

Are there any eyes who love
my silent sun inside?

Nobody sees us when we turn back to mist,

fearless to remember
  the path of totality

when my solitary roots
slip down to be counseled
  by pure water

trembling still
  from underground sun

injected by honeycombs
  lying still in floating pools

I turn to you forgetting how to speak.

Vast sea taking my edge,

your calm waters making me forget

  I ever bled.

Words die in my mouth.
Hoodoos rise. Tangerine hotels smearing through forest.

Crisp days slip into moaning starlight winds, fierce as a Lion
attacking you in a den.

Nothing to say.

Underground roots dig.
Find my branches, make them split.

I woke up early.
Went outside.
Full moon going down.
Sun coming up.
Rainbow clouds to the west
Red orange, blue violet to the East.

Captivated, it held me hostage
turned the vault door,
words died in my mouth.

Silence stormed in
brushed my canvas
with strokes from an
invisible painter.

My eyes filled up with sea.
The waves crashed inside me.

Turning into silence, every word came alive like the new grass of spring on a hill that remembered
my rain drops on its scalp.

You were the blossom of my heart in a place that cried my name using my eyes to fall from.

Turning into Silence

I heard your other worldly wings
collaging petals in a scrap book
that changed everything when I saw it.

How can my limited ability even begin to describe it?

leaking from cracks
I watch it bubble up

before form
has a chance
to root in,
or
twist the twilight

curiosity will spring down
her thoughts pool
  shift reflective

night skies seasoned with
ancient  stars
cut loose

shoot down
for a closer peek

she will streak
her statement-
    a flash of independence
   raiding enslavement.

A compassionate observer  circles the vast perimeter of damage and self punishment, he gets intrigued, settles closer, peers inside pools, sinks, learns to see anew, gets ***** by overwhelming body guards living inside her gates.

He floats up, a invisible helium balloon, wonders if she knows he was ever there.  

Next time

He will twist the twilight so she will know His love for her.

He will use the entire Universe to reach her.

eyes like a shore

see what you want to see

spirals hidden in sand
know our mystery

a translucent tide
crashes inside

unique
clean

something beyond understanding

shows itself

her eyes press tight
against the armor of her
protection

her pupils

no longer hiding the sea

About my friend Andrew commiting suicide and the effects it had on me after.

Under                
The
Gun

Back bend
Bend back
Tear    crushed    rip

Under
The
Gun

Pressure building rising
mounting
rising higher
than ever before

I stood there alone wishing to be catapulted back into your stare
That 2 quarter sun
I stood on a snowy bridge hoping to be part of free light
Cutting shadows at right angles from tall buildings and mountains in various places between time zones

I stood frozen in winter storm staring down at your memory as if a leaf passed by me on the swift river current,

I stood gazing hard into that cold river water wishing to see past shadows

Wanting to penetrate illusions for one more chance to see your face laugh

Only You could see me, only You could feel me
Wanting to give up

Under
The
Gun
Under
The
Frozen
Tree

Her long branches sweeping the grass in 360 degrees
but still her protection could not save me

While I tried to fall asleep
Half dead by the thought of your death
7 degrees out
Back pressed hard into frozen pine needles,
Each one seemed to stab me with scattered puzzles
Of elusive memory I could hardly see
I lay there curled up as time brought your face to me in waves

And each piece of memory I could not stitch back together
With my mortal, clumsy hands

Under
The
Gun
Sweating bullets to find you as you were
Clean  clear   crisp
With music blasting from your room and us,
2 rebels trying to express that hard, undying rebellion swelling wide and contagious inside us.

It out grew the planet, soared into another galaxy and took over
Back bend
Bend back
Crushed
Tear
Rip
Under
The
Gun
Pressure building
Mounting
Rising
Climbing
Rising
Higher than ever before
Under
The
Gun
I lay there thinking how much I wanted to float away with that leaf that just went past me
Down the river to the sea
I lay there

Under
The
Gun

Remembering when our struggle to find beauty in our souls
Clashed like Iron swords against our own created demons,
When our own battle sent us into the underground
To find a voice of reason, to express our fiery rebellion into mics
That knew our rage.
Under
The
Gun
I lay there dreaming about that time in LA
When we were walking and you pretended to be crazy
“Watch This”      You said.  You put your hands on your head and took off, screaming to yourself,
Some kind of free rant screeching from the streets of the ******.
Your wild eyes piercing at the sidewalk
Your speedy gait so perfect while you plowed  past people as if you just escaped the loony bin.
Your black anarchy jacket patched with punk bands glowed under the decadent LA lights like exiled stars.
Everyone on Hollywood Boulevard ignored you, if I hadn’t known you I would have too.

You had me convinced you were just as insane as anyone else who I’ve seen do that.
You secretly became my hero in that moment.
You made me fall to my knees in laughter, the stars on the sidewalk sparkled, all my worries dissolved.

It was a gut wrenching bout with hilarity.
Needless to say hilarity kicked my ***
remnants of puzzles is all I have now
Every night I lay there dreaming, trying to see elusive pieces of memory floating far away at sea.

Under
The
Gun
I breathe
Waiting for a final bullet
To find me
Please   please   please
Send me to my friend
Floating            far away at sea…..

a loss of words
following me
stealthily

slyly spying
on me from
some invisible van

parked on abandoned street
where feelings walk alone
but are felt by a
quiet
universal agent
living outside and inside everyone.

Learning how to talk without words
head **** the brick wall of the world.

Expect laughter.
Misunderstanding.
Fear.
Love.

Everything inbetween.

Notice the unknown face smiling behind every flower.

Prepare for War and be at peace with it.
Expect death at any moment.

Hurl the future loss into the waiting room.
Read the Haiku Master.

Be patient.
Practise how to function in hell while just leaving heaven.

*******.

This is awkard.
Look at all this damage.

Head held in both hands.
Sorrow deeper than oceans.

Look past shadows.
Study LIGHT.

Don't tell anyone you have a secret diploma in the haunted land of Darkness.

Remember how to use the eraser.
Blank page.

Start over.
Reset.

Scribble down notes.
Meditate. Yoga.

Transform mountain sides.
Eat solitude.

Starve.
Break down.

Rise up.
Drink enormous cups of fire.

Get blinded.
Reclaim soft halo hung careless on Lucifer horn.

Notice glacier eyes smoke.

The indifference seems impossible even to Antarctica.

Don't let icy silence freeze you in middle of The Bering Sea.

Write home telepathically.
Ask for help.

Burn after reading.

Smash self entitled notions
that we own anything or anyone.

Notice how bitterness tries to clasp tighter
to materialist philosophy.

Run off in different direction.
Reverse on wrong way street.

Let's be burning rubber.
Drive like James Dean.

*******.
I'm Interstellar Rebel.

Give out blankets to people who are cold.

Take my boots.
Jacket.

They were gifted to me by priceless friends.

Take it all.
Please.

Don't give up.
We all can heal.

Remember how to knock.

Pain at dawn
scattering my wounds
no longer vengeful in wayward thoughts.

Her shine still obstructs me
gives my path detours
around the bitten concrete
from a Dragon named Desire.

Midday flames interrupt me
California is a heartless corrupt King,
whose wages undermine the wounded worker.

No longer silent.

My wrath unsheathed.
I held it close to his throat,
whispering silver from a holy ghost.

Money is your god.
Slavery is your name.
Death is your answer to life.

My patience only goes so far.

I swim in a penitent pool
blessed with calm
my final dream
the perfect water;

where all words are slashed to ribbons.

This pool is my treasured green bliss.

I will not forget my broken parts
flying out of the machine mouth scream.

Machine gun scattered,
eating hard shells of paradise lost.

This pool of calm green peace doubles in strength when you surrender your guns on its shore.

In order to enter the vast glass of tranquility, there can be no fear.

It will always wait for you until you are ready.

You must do the inner work before you can swim. Anger blocks it. Victomhood hides it.  The blame game pushes it away.

Every soul is a drop from its perfect silent pool. All you have to do to get there is get out the way.

Drop every wall.
Walk out of the cave.

Open your soul
to the vast pool of bliss.

How thirsty is your desire?

Maybe I wanted to go down that wrong way street just to experience what it was like, to feel what others saw, to taste their cardboard house, to see how they still smiled in the midst of ugly, to roam with their perspective and feel what others felt without anyone telling me it was wrong or right. I had to melt in their spoons and get injected into perception's veins and flow inside the promise of redemption to remember to appreciate it All.

I admire the weight you shoulder when the verse slide crashes wild.

How you endure the broken heaviness of the world.

I admire your courage to slide beneath waves and reveal riptides.

I am familiar with ruptures and how volcanoes spill.

I trust you, only you.

These brave beautiful Knights slinging verse down moonlight wooded hallways, listening for sparks to catch whirlwind glaze through a tunnel of ignited frost.

This valiant act of confronting anything.

This silent ocean spitting gleam or mad rocky bashing.

Turbulent restless insight.
Perceptions unhinged.
Inspiration unleashed.

I am writing to you.

My pocket pals and troubadours.
My fellow warriors of mystery.

I am pulled through wild glen by methodical mission mist- bound to digest every color.

I am a quicksilver super train vanishing down your slippery tracks.

Captivated by every thought-provoking bounce of playpen boulder dash.

You keep pushing my boundaries,
my expressive hunger never satisfied.

My words beg to dance through your pens, I am pacing enflamed decks, my ship is bursting in your poetic sea and I feel completely free staring lost into your bold horizon.

I see your eyes staring at me from the invisible plane of all creation.

I bleed in your tears.
I eat your fiery solitary words like buttered up raisin bread.
I am a scrap of dead raccoon hanging from your wild animus.

Digest me.
Compress me.

Send me East of Eden with nothing to eat wearing only a fig leaf.

Fill me with meadows hammered in full moonlight, just before the unknown flashes from the deeps.

Seize me with scaling emotions too tremendous to break free from.

Hold me captive.

Find my center, make it spin.

Fill my house with fire.
Make me find an exit for you to pass through.

I am choking on bracken takeover.
My eyes full of comforting solace.

No more brainwashing T.V.

If I see another pill commercial featuring suicidal thoughts and ****** bleeding I'm going to flip my ****.

Give me your cursive loops and well trained hawk eyes.

I need to cruise another sunset
free from this dried up perspective.

I am dying without your words,
my own words keep fighting with each other, you should see them out there in the mist running ragged.

They're a ****** Brooklyn rumblefish during a 3 day blackout.
Son of Sam is on a rampage killing
anything I scribble.

Every street on fire.
Every window broken.
The city is left to smoke.

I am turning to you.
My friends I've never met but feel like I've always known.

Your delicious pages keep turning in my heart and your truthful spirit is my company.

I am home.

They are crawling in violet sands of silence. Hours jet by like nothing. They are stinging you all over. Powerful burning, moon spackled in every grain. An inner Sun dawns, hits  water, nobody knows. Or do they?

I once fed my hostility into the jaws of intensity in hopes to be rid of it.

Now. It is done. Paper swallowed
pain. Painted bars the mind brushes to trick you into prison. I learned to let go.

Mother tells you it's illegal to cry. Keep it locked up for decades, a child who discovers Houdini's secret window.

He crawls out. Night and day embrace. Rainfall of stars.

Peace at last.

Now they are stinging in violet sands of silence.

Long letters swirling beyond your reach but dazzling the water's edge close enough to jolt the aching valve to a pipeline your spirit raced through.

They come.

Scorpions of powerful, needle fire stings.

The pressure to release them builds like a secret ocean as you sprawl out on violet sand wondering how to express the Eternal diamonds following you in the waters of your
inner world.

Long letters swirling from beyond.
Only in deep calm can I catch them.

Most times I am frantic clawing at night's window, diamonds falling out from my eyes replacing the words I need to trace them.

They are not mine.
They are everybody's natural heritage.

Majestic stars of eternal love
  streaking into our secret ocean.

We just have to open the door
to the private shore and give it surrendering permission to love us.

After-dark
aria's

shattering
silence
of
night

a drowned mockingbird
perched in shrouded branches
pecking in your head

He carries
weeping willow
memories

burnt to stub
lanes of forest trees
curiously inflamed in sun

mysterious
at
night

violet waves
frosting leaves

His ethereal trill
like
a
haunted
snowflake

tiptoes frigid air

both wings fractured
in maze of mirrors

now he serenades night
silencing crickets
full moon inspired

24 hours a day
spring to summer
clarifying his voice

He remembers being tested
by demonic shrieks

each black shrill
holding him underwater

a delicate noun
forced to eat verbs

nobody knew
what he survived

He returned years later
after silence stole his voice

perched half slain
on a broken oak branch

his frail voice
full of gurgling river water
and
broken stones

He never knew if his song
could escape the cage-

his
scarred
voice
steadily
becoming
stronger

inspiration hunted
by
moonlit
ribbons

frosting hope
back into

clear
violet
vision

fractures of shadow
lingering for wise reminders.

This is limbo
on nights when her tongue is rain
memory induced Fantasia

she slides down
her bare hands
two trained ghosts

handed degress in art of haunting.

She is a distant meadow for
mind retreat
dying delicious between
weeping willow hills

our intuition convinced
enigma lives everywhere
feathers promising flight
catching luminous traces in
packed corners of range

a hollow safety excited with light

grasping for retrieval
her ignited touch
made shadows doubt
(after sunburns healed)
if she ever existed.

Now all they eat are enormous
plates of lie
full of skeptical speculation
cynical as Wall Street

consumed by slot machine numbers

horrible distant fade out
one drop of rain
holding secrets of her laughter.

I lean against twilight
animated smiles
hiding behind far away colors
we watch them slip down too fast.

A planet full of invisible ice crystals
glowing around something intangible.

A forest of kiss
reaching starlight scents.

Tell me how it felt to you
when sirens blasted loud inside but no help came?


Out of breath
chasm falling
asylum stained
pushed out by trust.

When we had to sort through
the tumbled steel debree alone
divided far by death of angels
before first grade ever started.

How to harbor a bay with no moon?
To navigate without light.

What it takes to bleed frost?
Cling to who you aren’t.

Test bullets with hate until empty.
What it takes to roam sullen hills
To move slow, weighed down by punish and neglect.

What it takes to rise slowly
Run and chase something already there.

Hiding, waiting for anger’s mist to burn away.

How it feels when Sun cries.
Leaves your eyes swollen and full of sting.

When a friend believes in you again.
Invites you to live somewhere clean
After dying in drug induced streets.

What it takes to live with words
That cut your life,
To turn them over year after year
Watching them take you away from Paradise.

What it means to silence lies?

Pull out nails that don’t belong
Or got hammered in wrong
It requires lots of work.
Takes courage and a willingness to step out
Into air,
Not knowing
Whether or not anything will catch you.

What it means to return to love?

To endure
What almost killed YOU.

Every liquid drop of you falling
is a song of departure
my scooped out ground won't forget.

I see you spill but you can't reach me. I bleed back into myself the last memory of our dance.

When Spring launched after you soaked me.

She told me not to forget
about wild flowers in the wind

Her voice trailed my dreams
followed me across country
remembered my name
when I could not.

Her mysterious face
hidden by dream fog.

What did she mean?

Purple hills grow strong
when ravaged?

Bruised until strength holds them so still they bleed out beauty?

How do you view a wind trying to shake out color from its core?

Whispering voices
Don't forget
Wildflowers in wind
strength of mountain
providing room for roots
cut it in
expand
hidden zigzag patterns
mind boggling designs
your pen aches to trace them
follow until they
tilt off earth
eyes seek
for pure luminescence
aching to touch
desiring to merge
burning to paint.

Leave behind judgment
roll in
the maddening roar of truth
spiked down
in the ground
purple gladiators
singing
perfect
together
when land is combed
by a blasting Gale
your shine stems from.

You let the imagination of your voice hunt me in the Black Forest after you teased me with magical letters you wrote with leaf risen wind.

It circled around my head
brown and red characters
with a dialogue so rich and unique-

It was the best performance I've ever seen.

I will pick this black bullet night apart with wandering eyes,

I'm bending down pulling dead weeds from winter's throat.

Pitch black at 5 p.m. and this blackbird still crows out his love torn blues somewhere on a Hawthorne limb.

His agitated cry gurgling rat guts.

He inspires worms to crawl out and bathe in bone chilling rain.

He dumps his misery down
a thorny cry, spider webbing glass
maybe he lost his girl.

Now he assails rain beaten dark with all he has left.

His wings will still climb a dagger driven night.

Dusting off loss, his eye level disaster insisted for a winter song.

Death of sunshine.
Age of only Fog.
Three days and nights of rain and frost.

His bent temper rides a campaign trail with no rules.

He is a black jet project that defies earth schools.

Intimate with cloud.
Kissing both world's of sky.
His nest is unknown and nothing will rule over him.

He will perch on scraggly fairytales and spit his venomous woe to forest storm.

His cold passage offers no warmth but he will bolt like a stealthy warrior
and blaze his crown of thorns from winter's rough, entangled throat.

You will never hear him apologize.

If my eyes could write the sea
  would it be stilled after the cannonball roar of your
shattering  arctic breeze?

If my hands could tame your waves
with a light that craves your name
  will you show me how to sing
    the burdens off of me?

If my burn reflects the sun
   and seagulls cry my name
would you listen to my pleas
as the entire world will swallow me?

If my eyes could write the sea
and the storm roll over me
would she still remember
  how her hand once set us free?

If my silence could ever speak
  and reflect what I truly mean
will mercy hold a warm room
           meant  for me?

When the sunset cannot be caged
  and visions bloom through sea
will the promise of your return
set every person free?

When darkness stains my tears
and crew is lost at sea
as the Captain navigates in doubt:
  
Do you promise to visit me?

If my eyes could write the sea
  and my love return your breeze
would you remember to sail
the holy mystic three?

When the Captain is completely beat and the madness
of the waves  retreat-

The Angels of the sea will appear
to mend his broken feet.