Echoes fall on deaf ears
Barreness gives the leaves a voice
For once they are heard
They chatter endlessly
The wind can scream here
Ferociously
If anything lives here,
It lives in the caverns below
In the quiet
In the dark
Millenia pass
The plains remain as the caverns
Unchanged
Untouched
Wet dripping walls
Or vast windswept plains
Behemoth enters the narrow channel
Slow and heavily pregnant with riches and great treasures
It announces itself to all the residents of the Sea side
Tug boats greet it like puppies greeting mother
Dredgers sweep before it like dancers in a parade making the way clear
Eager merchants stand with hungry eyes ready to devour it like ants upon a carcass
Standing in port tapping shoes and wiping sweaty anxious hands down trousers
They await docking worrying for their investments
Wealth drives them
Creating industry
Affluence is built upon them
Unloaded the Behemoth light as the sea air
Leaps back to the large ocean
Set free to to fly upon the waves
Smiling to itself
It knows it is made for vast spaces and long journeys
Wildness is its spirit
But a tame beast of burden it also gently protects its masters and care givers
Swaddling them inside its deep caverns holding them to it’s warm engines
A mother hen
A ferocious bear
A gliding eagle
The sea soothes
Like oil upon skin
Washing away debris
Water holds a giant mass
Turning heavy weights into graceful elegant beings
Gliding through seas
Breaching in the air
Thunder and spray clash like cymbals as giants return to their stage
They resume their elegant postures
Poise and wisdom in large dark eyes
Viewing the world and the sky from lowly and deep positions
Knowledge about the dark recesses of the deep
Kept secret for millennia
Occasionally peering out to view the fast diminutive beings on the surface
If only they could shake their heads and roll their eyes….
A slap of the tail will suffice
The little creatures can do nothing but flee it
We know its farewell signal
and warning to take care.
Breath is drawn easily
Blackened wet noses catch the scent
Sly eyes turn behind for a split second to counter escape
Hearts beat as adrenaline performs as Maestro to all the orchestration
Cards are held tight to chest
Face set
The chase birthing latent abilities and dormant genius.
He shall outwit them all
The Fox grins and laughs
Let the hunt begin….
Desire sits at the front of the cortex
Fragrances waft deliciously from memories
Unsettling the steady
Dreams lie in the banks and coffers of hope
Reality smashing itself against fantasy like glass upon stone
Hope becomes hopeless
Desire refuses to look upon the desired
Love is merited as the utmost impossible by scholars and judges who cast it aside as nonsense and dribble
Love still refuses the bars and restraints of impossibility, hopelessness and judgement
Love beats its drums calling the reckless
Calling for Rebellion
Casting aside the shackles of scholars and judges
It’s greatness found in the ridiculous
Rules set aside
Love settles itself down like a cat before a fire
And moth before a flame
Impending
The earth is agitated
Breaking itself
Imploding in the silent deep
Ignorant bystanders stand on solid foundations
Playful
Delighted
To some angels whisper urgent warnings
Liquid shall become grave
As feet seek solidity
Water washes foundations aside
As the land becomes the sea
The wind sits high and brings cold gusts to shock with force
Bone clenches
The sun beckons kindly
But the wind threatens
It wins today
Shelter is sought
Eyes peek out of windows
Hope and eagerness
Disappointment and resignation remain today
