cycles of knowledge
spiral down the route of truth
resonating pictures
in prismatic rotations
casting threads
of prophetic
stories

setting DNA strands
in father times hourglass
setting ablaze stars
waterglazed under
the morning sky

mourning for the days of ould
laid to rest in the noxious fumes
the aftermath of foolish words
ignorantly tripping over lips
unaware of what they're speaking
into existence

quarterly falls of hail and sleet
spit from the craters of the Moon
into the mesosphere creating mana
misted into the sands of brilliant dreamers
speaking love and gratitude

I'm grateful
and love to hear
silence speaking of solace