You should have seen them.

Every morning he would see

-his companion, his friend!

Even when it storms -it’s zen

Balancing a tight rope across infinity

The Mystic and the Sea

The sea danced crystals of shimmery sights

Beyond good and evil upon sunshine flight

‍Asking the Mystic -what do you believe?

One morning he hesitated, and thought

-How uncharacteristic of me

As if he had nowhere else to be

The sea roars -No more tricks Mystic!

‍Do you believe?‍‍

-Your springs, refreshing

your waters, sensuous...

my favorite vine of Dionysus

Your storms, weather

winds that ruffle my feathers.

What I love endures,

-Can you hear Apollo sing?‍

The Mystic loved the present

The Sea nestled in eternity,

a force of nature, storming!

‍Where is your center of gravity?‍

One last morning,

The Mystic said to the sea

My dear I have endured purgatory

You ask yet you never believed

‍Christ is no magician

may you be redeemed.

You underestimated me -my tenacity!

At the precipice I do not believe

Because, here, I am

An Architect of belief.