The Glassy Sea

Sitting here being barely seen
wearing my soul purpose as a screen
I got a miroscope a telescope a telegraph and a dream.


Laid under the sea
these particles make me itchy
the wind flips in decisions like butterflies playing.


Just a little rain
ain't no biggie
lookin' for fame
in frames of code with words to say now I'm seeing clearly.


And then the lightning strikes
twice melting sands into lenses
and the salty tide rises
pulling these wonders away.


Nothing left to say
waiting here again
expecting the sun to rise on time
this beach view is divine.