Shatter the setting sun
and the boisterous moon.
Side by side in the same bed.
But always, the dawn
will come, like the pines
and birds in your soul.

A ancient secret covered
by palm leaves, now out
with a flourish of bugles.
And saluting an honest skull,
and a life of ten thousand
feathers flapping in the wind.

No longer caught between
sadness and the sea,
I ponder you – calm inside me.
Until our hearts whisper,
and I am sleeping in your soul
…..once again.