I sit under the burning
blaze, that is the
Noble Day Star's gaze
On a blistering red skin day
during the season that allows
the Day Star to rise before
the first song
and to set well after
the sandman visits
Relief from the Day Star's gaze
comes from the Wind that flees
in frigid haste to Land from Sea
Chased with dedicated earnest
by crashing Waves in turbulent rage
frothing, seething as they reach the banks
and are forced to retreat
For unlike the Wind who is free to flee
The Waves are forever bound to the great sea
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Pieces of me
PoetryThis is a collection of poems. Small pieces of my own mental puzzle. You may find my pieces familiar and see pieces of your own puzzle in them or perhaps you won't. Whether you do or you don't, my hope is that you come away knowing that there ar...
