Unturned Stones...

Adrift
In the barren of wonder
Like a cloud,
That has lost sight
Of its flock
In the face
Of his Majesty's wrath....
I'm blinking away
Moments,
In the fruitless wait
Of a standstill....
But who's had the might
Through the slipping sand,
To preside
Over the turn of the tide?
Broken flints of passion
Shall once more piece together...
And rage fire
Across the shanties
Of forgotten towns....
And mirages 
Shall throb back to life....
But until then
I shall sit yonder...
On the glaciers
Of unmoved desires....
Till the rivers break loose
And push their way through
To course across,
Them unturned stones...