Rupture

Sea song of tide symphony stills the voices

burning holes in the brain

echoing chants of quixotic lunacy

where sand and wave can't touch.

 

Suddenly in the orifice of dreams and clarity

a new abyss ruptures its groan

into the melancholy morass of dark seepage,

till the sky transcends another feast

of forbidden feathered lusts,

yielding its crystalline prisms of paradise,

felt in the trembling ambiance.

 

Mind grows silent to the natural salient stage,

soul inhales a second of pristine energy,

volatile wind cuts across the face

eyes flutter in disbelief

as the mural of ancient hidden tones

hum a revelry's call.

 

It all embraces in sand castle thoughts

fleeting figment tentacles

tying spirit to the layers painted

upon a celestial canvas.

 

For one brief burst of a bubble from beyond

one sees the missing footprints in the sand.