revelations abound

what a strange season
of upset winds and fabled gusts.
darkness stirs and
neon bright blurs colored spread across black water puddles,
and every hurried upside glance
resonates avec moi

the land of opportunity

oh, in the land of opportunity
i see a shiver in the waves from the
transient effect of the moonlight's lazy glow
glistening on the water like the sleek shiny black backs
of salt ocean mammals, to and fro;
a mountain's scrape across the old sky line
its heavenly splendor spilled rhythmically
down the old rounds and up again into the
darkening clouds.

oh, in the land of opportunity
come chances bright and shining clear
we determinedly set a course
for any shore that's shining near
with singing heard above the noise of
crashing waves and desperate gulls
i'm circling boat around the drain
for reasons that i can't explain