in time

each minute of our  
worldly entrapment
encapsulate  
thieves of time  
 
the white washed  
lay barren  
anchored to see  
 
piercing blue eyes  
cast aside; drowning  
in truth waved  
sea foam offerings  
 
wading still  
 
rejecting tears  
tranquil falsity  
that stretch out  
o’er a desert plane  
 
and the loss  
 
along with acceptance  
 
quenches it’s
dreary rage  
 
bydk 01/05/19