Heads swelling beyond cognition,
booming voices of conflict,
please leave me in peace,
do not disturb the pheasants,
you will find no peace in justice,
or justice in peace,
distance is soothing,
space,
chemical compromise,
pleasure leaves me alone,

Words echo in the wind,
charging horses stop,
throwing their riders,
stamping the fallen,

In the solitude of the night, 
his face turned to stone, 
as dawn came the sun cracked expressions the darkness lacked,
seagulls remind me of the shoreline,
beaches where my sandcastles lay beneath a thin warm layer of sea water, 
love comes like the tide,
I hold the mane of my horse and hang on for the ride, 
looking through the tall grass, 
glimpses of the confines of my perspective,
held firm by frustration and comfort,

She rose,
from the sum of his flaws,
the horse the boy could not tame,
though mutual respect he did gain,
walking side by side,
companions,
relinquish control,
accepting the others soul,
appreciation,
weak but not discouraged,
they live as one,

Tomorrow carries,
on the back of yesterday,
stars twinkle, 
behind blankets of cloud,
earth moves silently round,
descendants beckon me to the future,
ancestors call me home,
kind faces keep me warm,
sitting on the shore,
at the feet of the mountains,
watching a peaceful exchange,
tide gives and takes away,
leaving on the beach,
whilst washing away,
taking out to sea,
and bringing to land,
trees stand firm and sway,
once drifting,
chose to stay,


 

The evolving logic of maths,
time hard to comprehend,
colour we can not see,
tectonic plates,
process the landscape,
in the shadow of her might,
I set out my stall,
too tired to make sales,
I set sail,
falling asleep,
fearful depths,
Mariana trenches,
beneath my boat,
I wake,
raise the sails,
bargaining with the wind,
to return me to dry-land,

Are you ready, 
to see money for what it is worth,
Are you ready,
for your wife to give birth,
Are you ready, 
to raise the fallen,
Are you ready,
to carry the great,
Are you ready,
for peace on your plate,
Are you ready,
for the end of hate,

With the creak of leather,
climbing back into the saddle,
he rode with the sun's warmth,