connecting*the*dots

outbreak

the dawn comes anew
glistening off of the supple waves
her eyes are now setting
in some distant land
and the cool air of the evening mist
is reflected in the morning sky

equilibrium

as the sun rises
it hides itself even further
beyond mountains
and plains
and mysterious waves
the sun is in sync
but the difference is measured wide
blue for one
the other green eyed
yet the sun is in sync
how can that be?

rejuvenation

distant thoughts
in separate worlds
travel instantaneously
love amiss
love dismissed
far from the same
central to the abyss
souls heal
while others feel for a taste
of misguided hate
a residue of fate
once concealed
the sun has set
it has gotten late