Man In The Sand

The body and its memory stayed buried in the sand

The thought landed upon my heart and stood tall in the doorway

I felt lonely and unforgiven, I could not remember what I'd done

How does a dream of murder wash the mind?

Reality swept through another time

A question of mine

And I don't know the answer

Or the man in the sand

All the flesh becomes part and parted from the evidence

A guilt, a something we are not

A bag of emptiness capable of thought

The end of the story... floppy and lifeless and waiting to rot
 

I'm bobbing my head now...

Holding Hands With Time

The line between light and dark is thin

And the transition from dusk and dawn is in

There are twilight hours of purple hue

And red skies prettier than blue

The nether hours of waking mind

Are dream swept places of a never find

Old as calcium, bony and bare

A world of color with no light to spare

I will walk this space of shaded line

And dream of holding hands with time

Misunderstood Youth

I was familiar to the new

Told I had never seen before yet knowing I had

Confused, I did not trust those older than I

So I continued to play with novelty

I will make it my own and the elders will continue to misunderstand

It's a passage to a new age which I will be a part of

Those young minds will thrive, not misled by fear of the old ways

While the teachers of history remind us of the truth of change

South Fork Honeydew

The reflective asphalt has been left behind

Giving way to a world of soft light and cool air

My skin is sporadically warmed by sunbeam punching through the canopy of moisture and trees

I smell home now, soggy bark and evergreen

The stringent odor intensified by summer heat and mellowed with ocean air

It's a perfect dance, an accidental relationship of harmony

I pass through to enter a world where people should only breathe and observe...nothing more

Where do I fit in here?

How am I a part of this?

I floor the throttle to pass the logging truck blocking my view of the road ahead

I know where I'm going but I'm still lost near South Fork Honeydew

Back To The Sea (Off Of My Boat)

The primordial life has been scrapped away to become ancient flotilla

Calcium carbonate shells stand erect and motionless as the animals inside thrive and move only to sink to the bottom when plucked from their roots

Seemingly still sponges of red, orange and yellow are stripped from their purchase and left to ghost away

I make this happen with satisfaction and regret knowing life flourishes to one day decompose my body

My continued dance with the sea as an out of step imposter while I'm just as much apart of it and from it as the salt in my blood

I may look clumsy to the small things that see but they dance with me anyway and it's unbelievably graceful

I hope to one day give back to the sea that which I have taken, maybe my bones...my skeleton for a reef

...or maybe music to dance to for those that remain