Community

The sails are bending the shadows
There is uniformity in the community
Some of our sails fill more than the others
We are each man different
Trying to manifest the same
At some point we achieve
Balance and harmony

We each feel the sunset bleeding through our sails
The light is the mortar and paste that hold us together
The shadow and darkness of our souls
Provide a backdrop of anxiety
That fires the hardness of
Our commitment
At some point we are consumed by the glue

When we have each walked away
Our hearts have been glazed
By the kiln of solidity
We have that transcendence
To fall back on
When the evening rain comes
We are dry in the metamorphosis