Sunday, June 8, 2014

Musical Fallout Shelter

Music is fallout
That wrenches the soul
From the moment
To post traumatic,
Collecting memories
And compounding them,
Succussing to potency
The dissipating waves
Along the stress disordered shore.

Music is shelter
That protects the soul 
From its storms,
Two eyes keeping watch – 
The window of the soul
And the eye of the storm –
Envisioning shapes in the air
Only our ears can see
Of a postcard perfect shore.