A Scenic View

A friends poem

Let's just pretend you can take a trusted from on a road trip down by the sea

as a beacon of light to a hurting friend in need

we have created a magic circle drowned in the rain

stop for lobsters maybe some baked crab we shall grab

through the pier we can see the dare in the eye of the flight of the Albatross

yet as the weather gets bad we are left drowned in the rain

　

got to get back in the car amidst the near window pane

she blazed,

she kindled

out of the night

like a white star

We all boil at different degrees

one can equate in hidden apathy

Silently

time passes

The only life I have

submits to its power

some die looking for a hand do hold

On the other side of the resistance is the flow

the sounds of the nearby surf coming into the tide

my soul permeates the inner feeling of solace

　

the earth has music for those who listen

all the while I was a sinking vessel,

No lifeboat

No S.O.S

Salted wounds

to work until skin becomes bone white

for I have seen the truth and it doesn't make sense

golden nuggets of thought in viral personifications

And in the end,

we were all just

humans,

drunk on the idea

that love,

only love,

could heal

our brokenness

my very soul permeates a vision for being

out in the changing of the season

then for some matter my friend just left me without any reason