What is this thing which ebbs and flows,
taking one to the edge of reason.
On those shores run all and sundry,
thoughts so blatantly nude.
And the half that was never told
is buried here in sandy dunes.
In time a digging mind
always finds the truth.
Which in turn are things unfathomable,
beyond some humans nature,
Being sought with no less fervor.
Revolving through a series of vices and virtues,
smiling at the horizon….
endlessly contemplating the beyond.
For a distant harbor always holds
the possibility of a good thing.
A reef of jutting opportunities and probabilities afloat
forming the matter to which stars shoot.
Knowing always, the positive promises
that it makes feel real.
ria – circa 2006