His Cry

Fog of War from Table Top Audio

He is the ocean’s new tide
swirling and crashing with brio

A heart guttural casting
shadowed fog – left behind stinging

The music habitual

Tender glances sweep across
echoes of colorless resonant

Yet a stolen gaze in the eyes
of distinctive phrase

Coral breaches the deceit

His expression severs through the fog

To be your breath
Your tears
Your heart
Your everything