Anaximander and Anaximenes

including "Knights"

Along the seawall to the glimpses of marsh

I stand alone atop my tower with flocks surrounding 

As white wings fray the sky, a daughter of the dell withers in the lye 

What silent disturbance bothers the spotlights?

Where the snow goose roams, near studio and home

I am lonesome with my canvas

Violet eyed trespass fleeing from the bricklayer 

What cracks are sounded in the midst of the war

Gone be the lighthouse, gone be my dream

Along the sand dunes to a temple of the sun

Shy and beaten by houses in plagues of battle

Rise in the ruckus of night

To a rite of curving winds

And sin does not shine amid my tubular vine

Then he is one, she does flee to the hands of one

Gone be the waters, gone be my scream

How should I traverse to the age old seas

Foaming canyons slide down to the streets

Where templars meet, to the pantheon, to the forest greens

How should I focus on the straights

Crawling to the waves, crawling to the wall

Along the staves of notes

An anthem shall rise in the bulbs

Hidden in unknown caverns

The golden one and her lover bidding for their home

Promises hung upon the mantle piece

Gone be the tide, gone be my theme