Tales of Two Oceans

Puzzles outlining the sky.
with there angles and different sizes they slowly fall into my cup.
mental TV raging with sound.
with its vibrant colors my world begins to implode.
broken pencils, holes on the walls telling a story of a lost time.
flower pedals Rippling Streams.
crooked sidewalks piercing brown eyes.
A tale,
a story,
a fable,
a mystery.
crosses scattering across the plains as the Indians dance for rain.
with the spirit of fire they tame the wind.
Native America,
Native Land,
Native people,
Native hands,
crumbling clastles,
perishing lands.
tears flowing out to our oceans laced with blood from your our Fellow brethren.
dotted lines spinning in my head trying to grasp reality while turning back time.
slipping images,
erased pages.
many miles,
many tears,
many lies,
many fears,
wanting to break through the glass, trying to catch my last Breathe.
feel the burn,
feel the sun,
taste the pain,
taste the blood that your forefathers washed there newborns.
in the predawn ,
before the prelife there were two oceans.
there secrets for ever lost but there beauty etched deep within our sandcastles keeps the memories fresh. As it slowly returns back to the sea.