Wind silk like knitting

Air to stitch the tide

Weave power with blades

You split the skies and opinions

Cries of derision wind and tide

Hatred the farm but pure in form

Just a matter of perspective a

Simple mind shift essence of love not rape

 

Ancient like rhythms past and future

White colossus a hum your whisper

A sentinel one legged supplanted

By ocean a legion your kin motionless

Emotionless yet moving

To shadow sun crack rainbows

Beautiful not a blot on my landscape

Far from a problem a solution