Liquid greens, blue and browns
the stream flows with all the colours in your eyes
The glitter of the sun hitting the water
like your mischievous glances
filling up every nook, every cranny
washing every pebble, grain of sand
until gleaming again

A dry beach, strips torn away by the wind
patient, awaiting immersion in the tide
One love
or is that just a lie?

Bruised, sore, weeping
battle scars of passion, unhinged, unwanted, rejected
Old scars, itching, scratching, bleeding again
'til the cycle ends.

One Earth
millions of feet, booted, heavy with wanton ignorance
tramping, squelching, kicking, littering
Heads without minds, just chemical substitutes
and dreams of the past
Talking, laughing, missing the point, never listening ...
The stream runs red.