Silent Pines - Dustin Vado
There is no ocean near
Only silent pines
Breathing centuries
Of lonely crests
I smoke in their tinder box
The sound of waves
Disguised as breeze
Setting languid horror
Infinite solace
With introverted breasts
Sprouting from granite
Formerly submerged
A watchtower
Without an alarm
Sounds no break
For tortured morning
Only wind
To fan the flames
Stretch marks and sky