May 18th, 2011
The Healing
Hot on the heels of an epiphany,
led the way to a dressing down you see.
Providing the sun on the plate of the moon,
and hovering over it gently we did swoon.
Swollen with greed on the swellings of the tide,
we swallowed wholly and with pride.
Turning now to face all but one,
the creator of this journey on which we were flung.
He’s sat upon his laurels now,
wiped the exhalation from his brow.
Then smiling through a courageous storm,
on which to gather his thoughts upon.
Sailing out in to the evening sun,
again his life has become the re-run.