The philosophers' musings are of no consequence
Wispy strands of age will cling
Despite the flapping antipodal wings
Of illusory butterflies
And amorphous moths drawn to the sun
In search for an explanation for the supernatural
Forces of nature
Tsunamis, storms, and such
Lightning dazzles and its sluggish brother stuns
With its deafening roar
As tempest lacerate the treetops
And wayward shrubs
Howls of freedom, howls of space,
Azure eyes that weep tragedies
Adorning the hills in jeweled shawls
And briny perfumes
Eroding granite, corroding engines
As land trembles and shatters
Held in the ocean's warm embrace.
But empty thoughts clutter the corridors of the mind
And somehow
We lost sight of the obvious.