crosstalk traffic

when the southern squalls falls upon the sealine

embedded with coral shrine

some intelligent designer

the divine swirling mingling with the supine ocean

i uncovered your gentle white skinned skies

as the crow flies

as the day dies

amongst the soft and dripping plants

my hands roam the slipping planets earth

the birth of immense within small

i call all your names into battered air

as if to set them free so let them fly unto you

my eyes flood just to think of you

the rapidly darkening clouds shot me red

under winter street lamps the rain blurs into diamonds

looking out from behind the north wind climbing the dunes

soon eventide will harmonise with the moons ray

today will be gone again

i say ok