Hearts of Stone

Like a pebble commanding the ocean
Seeing her thoughts
Listening to waves and touching the dream
The aroma of possibility fuelled by the taste for solitude
In the sourness of the colour yellow
Lee cries alone upon the shore
Surrounded by a plethora of sun-worshippers
Not really there
The universe is tranquillity
Hot winds
Dreich days
Yellow tornados of fear
Liquified sunshine in hell
The devil quenches the fire
This girl drops to her knees
In a lifetime she is yet to experience
Speaking without sound
Shouting silently in lost whispers
Facere ius (make it right)
The grotesques laugh, “you have no power here …
In this world of chaos”