Fortified.

She was in a wasteland, alone.
Her skin was the color of summer breeze and her hair was the ocean's dream.
And in her eyes burned the fires of forever.
But in the wasteland she grew thin, the dust collected in her pores and she was grey
She became the faceless amidst the stone and sand.

When the weary traveller tripped upon her wrist, he cried
For her lips that he never could reach
And his tears fell like waves, and washed her clean
Through his pain, and his love, she was reborn.

They caught fire and blazed like a beacon, and the wasteland burned
in to a world of glass, in to a world of mirrors.
And the fearless lovers saw for the first time, themselves, reflected

And standing alone amidst the chaos, they were unafraid.

in the beginning

in the beginning
there was noise
and
the noise became
life.


it lived and breathed
it fed on hopes, dreams, fears,
wishes, regrets, thoughts
and it became
music

and in the end
we are all creatures of noise
and
we
shout
to be heard
and we
listen
to live.