Humble trumpets gushing creeping to and fro
Arteries flowing copiously, as violet flowers grow 
Bursting purple hearts I see, alive on a sea of sand 
The artist?s life an incantation 
Drawn in the blood of their own hand 
My salty tears embossed on a relief map of grief 
Attesting to our love
Against the wind the sea oats bend.
Being only slightly shaken.
Avowed to keep the ocean at bay, 
In a savage moment on any given day.