All Grace and all the places i have roamed

are no match for the many faces the Ocean be known

The white Sea hoarses sit at their thrown

and the mermaids bow down and kiss their throws

Sprinkle winkle glittering sand,and no man doth understand

the power and the glory of one mans hand

Turn your face to the east with your hands to the moon

make didily dadily with the cat and the spoon

The tree of life,-the ultimate sculpture

awareness of the mind keeping out the vultures

In the half-light shimmer,relinquish control

The feet of the soul walking towards their goal

White walls & flat surfaces,shadows beyond doubt

as the natural curfew re-emburses the drought

Flow like a spout,sting like a bee

Embrace harshness of reality