• in wake of ocean depth blue sky

    Byjucasso

    in wake of ocean depth blue sky
    upon water cry tears of rain from heaven
    the benevolent good stood to understand an understated favor fated by the greater sweeping of His hand-elated beaming moon lit night stars bright kiss the dark, invite the dawn to come along in swirling storm a surly sea born the fathoms sanctity-the sun subdued a grayest hue replaces you but black and cloudy doubtful day recede to grieve the bay, it seem time lost in rhyme stir the spray-undercurrents play overtures the pounding surf suck the surface of turf hurl a world away, seagull dive to stay alive finding fish that way, fly distant reaches geese go in a row to warmer beaches-above the horizon shining in moon glow shimmer golden
    glimmer snow in winter.

  • storm

    Byjucasso

    storm
    brews mood
    ruining winds feud
    Mother Earth barely out of grief
    without a page to leaf
    more than most minimal
    doubts herself cynical
    moments bless the miracle
    from the ethereal pinnacle
    something queer
    about snowstorms austere
    white packed snow
    pushes it’s weight around
    trees fall down
    on buried ground
    finding fuel futile
    brute blizzard barrels brazen
    pale moon mute
    sky of white wears overcoat of night
    to keep the frost bite trite
    winds batter the bay
    the world still for a day
    sun cannot find
    a warmth he has lost
    though wins his will to shine
    the moon feeling fine
    tells the sun do not die
    you’ll always be a friend of mine
    snow angels appear
    in oceans icy foam
    they bless every being
    in the evening and they say
    honor your loved ones
    they are the shore
    that you’ve been looking for
    all your life
    forever more.

  • windswept

    Byjucasso

    windswept night
    tempest tossed at all cost
    lost in the frosty sink
    into snow the ice cold
    brutal storm tears
    winds creak cracking
    warmth falls lacking
    gales scale garden walls
    birches bent appalled
    as Peter salts the walks
    birds too scarce to sacrifice
    will fly to paradise to live
    on moles and mice someplace
    warm and nice
    we are left in winter
    sleep like a swimmer in the middle
    of a river-reach the river bed
    climb to the top of the bend
    and mend your medieval plays
    satisfied to script your write for
    better days
    raw wind roars the anger applauds
    a gentler sweeter cause
    winds whip then pause in
    conquest for her lovers claws
    that rip against the chest
    of all that you digress
    the jaguar kills for meat
    to keep her on her feet
    do not claim her as elite
    do not blame her teeth
    the game is sweet.