Can it happen, simply slide by.
Without a warning or chime's cry.
Does it make sense,
some wicked self defense
Seeps slowly through
Some deep forgotten mood.
Sense of self floating,
Echo gloating
Like some warning sign post
Standing as we stare out across the coast.
With the sea breaze,
Oh, wind flees,
flickers through the hair,
And the star's long twinkle stare.
Water warm to touch,
Heart beats too much.
Yet, soul feels the calm before the storm,
And the locust do swarm,
Mind troubles, heart ponders,
And body shudders.
In moments past and moments remind.
Time's long lost rhyme is what we find.
