The waves crash

Hopelessly on the shore

Upon the eyes of the surfer

He can see more

More or less

Less of what he knows

Where the wave goes

He follows in suit

To take the right wave

Upon the shores of times

And wait for the next wave to ride into

The night

To sing out

In pure emotion

Moving and motion

To take the hearts and feel free

For even a moment

From those who enslave

Our brains

The waves of our heart

Free to the air in the room

Shared with the purpose

Of creating art

Music

In full bloom

The desert knows the simplicity

Of life

Survival in the purest form

Thriving under the heat of the Sonoran sun

Are the cactus that burst from the ground

But delicate life forms

Of creation upon the sands

The heat can give life and take it away

Just as quickly

So take the heat with high regard

And respect

We must hold the hope of time

And reflect

The waters taught

Me

To fear the waves

Death at a young age

Great open expanse

Cascade

The waters taught

Solidarity

Similarity

To the fields of open grain

The waters taught me

To feel the pain of loss

To remember those we love

To look back with ease upon a life

We can’t have back

The water taught me

To see the future with a bight hope

Not all days are cloudy

So I take it upon myself

To learn everyday from what the

Waters have taught me

From the depths of the oceans

Blooms the deserts

Winds so dry and true

Examine the dusty paths of yesterday

In a hope to find a new connection to the land

The desert times roll over the evening and light

Taking the days into the summer of heat

Into the nights of cold winter air

Trod the path taken

And learn the ways of simple life

Taken one day at a time

And learning from the land

With my hand upon the chimes of time

I wait to see what the next day will bring

The sailer sees the see

With eyes eager to understand

Command the waters

Of the distant shores

To be a way of life

And nothing more

Away from the world that sinks us

From the high hopes of childhood

I discover the hope of the sailor

The perseverance

Of which I do not understand

The life or the man

But I can see a memory of this life at large

As a romantic painting on the wall

Of the gallery I have never been

To see a life lived

Setting sail

Again and again

From the depths of confusion

A reality that is not worth choosing

A light in the fog

Of night

Creates the hope of

A return to what is real

What is true

A light in the distance reminds me

Of you

To make a dash and push the waters

To go forth and go farther

We all need a light in the night

To know where we are

And not return to where we have

Been

The waves crash along the vessel

But even though we are tested

And with reality we wrestle

I can see a way forward

Together

We find the truth along the show

Of what is real and what is true

Take me to the sea

The giver of life

To you and me

The nautical blues fade

Into the mist of the sky fallen

Into the oceans

Where the world is somehow small and near

Away from the grinding thistle of life

Upon the lies of the elite

Bear down on us

But life is only made through water

And water alone

Take me to the sea

Where I can return

To being my own