I lost myself...
in the eye of my desire’s hurricane
I found refuge from Lucifer’s hands,
far away from the wails of rhetoric;
a place where
Time stood abound,
Words got swallowed up into the abyss,
and the Earth hummed anew;
every breaking wave of wind
brought-about a new rhyme:
a Song-a Prayer, unspoiled by defeat,
intertwined in the twilight of Discovery,
tracing an anthology of paths and maps:
a road that breaks into Imagination
and ends in Your palms
...beyond the pines.