destination

where the waves, blue and inviting
fall on white sand and perfect starfish.
a place where life whispers like a lover
and all mornings are the same
in the promised land called hope

selah

turn the key
familiar voices
one nefarious tone
accusation
and darkness swallows you like Jonah
three days are like 300
and hope is midnight dawn
birthed only in dreams
distant and illusive
in the nevermore
land called despair

selah