Linked across time
Echoing through the ages.

Are lives bound by a thread
Of deferential privileges.

The ancient sea
Calls out to me.

In between standing up to tornadoes and picking shells
My life has come full circle purnell.

I'm ignorant of me
Don't know where I weep.

Betrayal lives in the envious streets
In the arms of treachery.

The eyes are non-verbose
My lips are comatose.

Unseen to the eye
Uncontemplated to the mind.

Are rays of woven icicles far
As they bring together a destiny of the hearts

Hope rings loud and true
When faith perches on dreams of hue.