Beneath silky soft serene eyes

Dreams like white wishful clouds

Float unabated

With a gush of

Waters blue

Now lit up

With falling sky’s

Crimson hue

As havoc wreaks

In wind’s play

Another storm

Brews today

While we nickel and dime

We live through troubled time

We march ahead

Promising miracles to our dead

The grime of time

Worth every dime

Of experience

O' what price?

I am a Pawn

So I will be drawn

First into this fight

A move I may contrite

Serene at the shore

Quaint sense of calm

Mellow staring at the

Elegant row of palm

In this stone wall

I am but a brick

I have breath

A heart beat

We come

To be

What we

Ought

Not to be

I have woken up

To weeping sorrow

And have slept with

Many a gloomy grief