In Lakesh

Lumerian is pre 

Sumerian time

An equestrian rhyme through our oceans, where potions were mined from our hair

Silver was the air we breathed 

A sleeve and a sliver of Never and Before

Safe were our shores of 

Thought

We were taught the luminosity of our 

Magic

Sick was not a word in our vocabulary

Singletary is the developed 

Eye

That is 

Why we came

To merge the brain into heart

Organs are part of our 

Aperture 

This is the chapter of 

Evolve

The veil is dissolved and there are no rhymes needing solved, 

Paul the Venetian is guiding

Galaxies are colliding in my 

Soul

Full are 

We

Cosmic is the breath of our star 

It’s not that far to travel INwards

Haven’t you heard…

The Language of the Birds is now available on 

Paperback

Centuries stacked upon mysteries waiting for their arrival

Instinct is no longer survival but a revival of sorts

Quartz never needed to keep time anyways

CLEAR are her rays of expectations

This is for all generations to follow

The Swallow represent the meaning “Until They All Come Home”

Shone, are we…Eternity wakes in his slumber and we remember before the cleft was struck

Such is that our history

All contradictories are lain to rest, 

Our Souls are Enmeshed

In Lak’ech Ala Kin

Love, 

Haven