Sun rays climbing up
Kissing the clouds and healing...

Prisms heave upon broken shores
Ready to break open the doors...

Martyr - red painted hands
Opiates silence the pain...

Some shores are best unkempt
Intricate glass carvings and glass...

Sonnets can't compete
Under milky skies - waking...

And if we're enough
We will gather up the sun...

Answer my war call
Silence breaks on edge of dawn...

Danger can lurk behind any face
Instigating falsehoods of love and hope...

The clouds in all their splendor
Weep into the sky...

Weathered and bitter
Incapable of feeling...

Freely pilfering through worn pages
Ink haphazardly scrawled...

Yelling daffodils paraded
Eulogies, soft, serenaded...