I have gone to one sea shore to collect sand soaked
sea shells and my alienated self meditated
in one rocky cave where in my feet
I felt a  sea of unpredicatable waves
and their countless aquatic monologues
from stormy borders to main land of valleys
I walked past the most troubled days of fire blocks
and thunderous clouds
Where in that smoke filled summer
I walked backed to one sea shore near my tiny concert hall
there no musical note spoke about a world so wild
While on my return I captured the first glimpse
of rain and summer’s farewell