May the Winds

Though waves and winds
Rattle the skies
And weigh on the ocean nights,
Forgive us our sins,
Whose silent eyes
Sing of quieter sights,

Whose down-to-earth cries
Run through the veins
Of bodies and fields and sun,
Where tornados rise
On the arid plains
And people come undone,

Where armageddons
Of mortal lies
Ride on the distant waves,
And where monstrous dins
Epitomize
An entire planet of graves;

As passion and gin
Flow under the stars
And blend in the summer rain,
May looks that begin
In these tropical bars
Be what finally remain.

September 26th, 2017
Roscoe

March 23rd, 2023
Kaiholu