Sun, salt, and sand

A dry breeze stirs from the west

From whence it came, to where does it go?

All is manifest by It’s passing

Such a measure for such a day

One is seen or unseen by its glory

Radiance given to radiant ones

What words decry this generation?

It is like a dancer dancing to an unheard melody

Or players playing absent sound or vision

Visible yet invisible

Light yet darkened

Hopeless yet hopeful

No good enough to sate an ever-expanding hunger

Distracted yet focused on distraction

And the few

Many, yet one

Who shall ascribe our days or ways?