We must take a break every now and again,
Stop swaying through a blurry world,
And find clarity in our reflection...
The waves rejoice as a long night ends,
She rises again to warm thier crests,
Before they come to rest below the sandy dunes...
Reaching out to where the water meets the sky,
The blue horizon that sways steadily at the ends of the Earth,
Dissappearing before you both can meet...
At the end of the aisle she waits,
Letting the sun adorn her pedals while all the grapevines watch,
Waiting to walk up and show him how beautiful she can be...
The dock sits patiently through the water's rush,
Time's tides lift him up and set him down,
As he remains a steady force through the waves...
The rising and falling of the whitewater's tides,
Grown in the shadow of greater turbulence,
Of water kept in eternal gravity...
Remove this dusty filter,
Through which you view the world,
It needs to be cleaned...
Water is sucked into the river below,
Sent in care of a gentle dam,
Beneath the spell of one watchful barn...
The elegance of first light on the water,
Seen reflected in the eyes of the hills,
Who's grace meets the dawn first each morning...
A stony bridge overlooks evidence of the summer heat,
As the last of the stream trickles away,
Exposing hidden rocks from years past...
Evening's twig flows along the river,
Cascading down the water dappled concrete,
They call it a Dam...
Deities of Summertime
As life begins to cloud like an oil painting,
We reflect on simple sand and surf,
Deities of Summertime...
The frigid cold is broken when red appears above,
A glass window shattered by a flying dove,
The hound watches this painting with love...