Winds changing flows to a steady beat
Sun rays slow and melodic, a fiery taste on the burnt feet
Greenery shadowy and gentle
Questions on questions on questions
Like the ants that walk lock in step, beat by beat
A melodic stutter, patient and true
There is a hue, there is freedom
On the color that pales on such shades
Crimson and infinite midnight, are my gentle travellers
To see a chrysalis and turn my eyes from its immanence
Look into the red dirt and feel a million years travel through my bones
Who needs tomorrow more than the dreamer?
A victim and his sheep, flock together
On who’s seas did the sailor sing?
Tunes of salt and blue air, who dare, approach