Strong sand winds blow
inside the hands of falling hope.
She is deaf to my calls .
I can only hear the burden falls.
Stone pilot house and a beam that bows.
To mother nature , a heart aroused.
Past ivory skies and emerald eyes.
They are sisters in disguise.
Listening to fear
she is blind to the ocean that crashes near.
A wrenching clan of a
devoted stand .
Tugs at my heart
With a thieving hand.
Parallel piers , alone for a thousand years.
I chase this dream , a want of repetition.
To unite with you at last
would be a suicide conviction.
Because all these piers hold for me .
Is a thousand miles of misery.