Daisies in a meadow's bend,
Water dripping from the pale rocks,
And the moonlight shining deeply beneath the hallowed earth.
Do you witness the sky’s transient beauty?
Do you see the world’s unholy inconsistency?
Or do you perhaps wander ever blinder into the abyss of rock and dirt.
Forgo the witnessed lands behind the gravel topped mountains,
The light ricocheting off the wind,
Bleeding beneath rocks laid for centuries.
You deserve the thing you wish you had,
A pebble besides the mountain face,
Gay in nature.
Smooth out the crevices of shallow graves,
Dig the word deeper,
And bury an image of the valley of your dreams.
The ocean’s tide does not wait for a mother to come home.