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

Of luscious green

Stretch marks and sky