You and me,
Waves breaking on the shore
Imprints made by the winds upon the desert sands
Mountain and cliff textures, hundreds of millions of years old,
Ripples of time.
Nothing but the singular rhythms of an endless poem that
Seems at times fleeting and at times everlasting.
Romantic, Yes - Romanticism that tests reality. Mourning and
Adoring the ephemeral and craving the eternal. Romanticism without
Mysticism. Romanticism as texture, as rational expression.
The ephemeral and the eternal
The stillness and the ceaseless stream
Spiritual and material intertwined
Whirlpool of endless poetry
You and I exploit – the singular rhythms.
And all is one.