Heathers

an ocean breeze fills up your senses
 the seagulls flock overhead
 inside there is something stirring
 as if heathers exploding within
 shadows block the temptress taunts
 alone in the silence,

 couples running naked through the sand
 happy people with eyes gashed with glee
 somber moments were unleashed to revere
 a volcanic hot ash experience
 cascading..

 does fear grip you the most ?
 why does one equate logic as fate ?
 burning desire inside yet we still high behind four walls
 the chemistry is elusive in its solvent decorum
 shades of green Pine embers fallen in a nearby grass knoll

 we can escape if we drift
 to hear the vast expanse of the Timber Wolf dash
 yet never to distinguish right from wrong all is relative
 let the time stop now no use looking back at the plough
 in heavy burrows as if the fox had escaped through

 many today escape through a prison in their mind
 only to get locked up in chains
 the demise of Satanic laughter filters through the duration
 yet hope keeps one alive through the pain
 a chance at beautiful brevity loosed in the moment
 many swallow the debris of left over road kill

 only to infuse a sense of togetherness
 as we near this place with whom we seek
 perhaps its in the never world beyond explanation
 yet we still have a pulse to believe the impossible

 Shoot for the stars !