The Lioness

The ocean roars now as the days shorten.

She is not the sun dappled, playful, lapping waves of summer.

She is a roaring lioness with wild, whipping peaks, filling you with her passion.

My mind is perpetually existing now under the vast sky outside.

Eyes filled with tall trees and eagles, I can no longer see the filth of man.

Imprinted in my mind's heart are the rolling banks of clouds, storms approaching, beams of light, reflections of grandeur and tearful sunrises.

My mind never leaves there, the roaring is too insistent to let me go.