Crimes Against Nature

Rivers cut deep

Through the heart of rocky boundaries

Delivering life-giving water

To sun-drenched deserts

From ice-capped mountains

As the natural ebb and flow

Of centuries pass unfettered

Dams built tall and strong

Capture the power 

of this natural cycle 

stifling its organic balance

Lines in the rock showing

The tragic decline

Of melted dreams

Leading to the sad trickle

Of Earth’s blood

While just around the bend

Shallows stories reveal

Humanities crimes again itself

While we pretend the Earth

Is too big to hurt.

Gilded Guardian

 

He stood a sentry

Armor shimmering in the sun

Out of place and time

Yet ready to face new days

He stood a beacon

Triggering imagination

Calling for adventure

Harkening others to his lair

He stood an echo

Clamoring sound of metal

In a desolate landscape

Singing distant memory

He stood a man

Gilded in mystery

Behind a mask of forgetting

Daring others to step aside

Bridging the Gap

A memory near faded

A monument of time lost

Leading back on the path

Like a breadcrumb left

A travel-worn road

A traversal of paths

Bridging the gap

Between coming and going

An unfathomable depth

An unsure traveler

Stuck on the outskirts

Searching for the pinnacle

A realization of triumph

A retreat forward-moving

Trip of a lifetime

Tempering past hurts

 

A gratifying relief

A glimpse of shared affection

Presence obscures pain

Patching fissures in miles