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

Changing cycles

Complex simplicity

Whirlpool of endless poetry

You and I exploit – the singular rhythms.

And all is one.