Where the waves crash,
shadows play and dance,
I remember you shout
that question undid me.
Actually it's easier to walk,
I'm sorry I have to leave,
dreams take flight,
a martial squeeze.
Help, what is happening,
getting their rocks off,
getting their rocks off,
listening to nature's trance.
Help, what is happening,
memories come alive,
shadows play and dance,
a poem in the form of the future.
(An original collaborative poem made by a group of artists. Image the same.)
