Autumn waves wash softly now
Upon the distant shores of future bliss
O all connecting ocean
I hear you call across the infinite
And thus I lay now
In this autumn grass hollow
Where the lapping foam
Sighs in warm distance
Hiding the breeze from my skin
Fae amphitheater for the cricket song
Marais La Mer
Singing the Hypnotic symphony that unites us
Déjà vu refuge
My bones warm so nicely in the penultimate autumnal heat
Winter’s inevitable rage but a premonition now
The tortured limbs of Cedar and Spruce splay against the azure
A testimony to the once and future fury
Of Sea Witch gales
Even now, sea breeze whispers in their branches all gently asway
Thusly she enchants
The salt licked wind but a vector of her spell
Like a cythe of memory wielded so deftly––Her sacred molten art
Yea, thy foundations must be strong and built of stone
And thy broad timbers hewn from a prince of trees that fell in the tempest
Thus do I Remember the house I will build one day
And the secret grains
Hidden in the heart of all things
Joinery of the master carver’s hands
I will inscribe the ancient connections upon furrow and prow
Woven lace talisman to salvage life’s love
To protect what will one day forever be
When eternal spring’s bloom resurrects what once was so sweetly yet again