Crystal imagining

It’s the claiming hourwhere fear rides a black sedanthrough streams of blank faced commutersscurrying with their reasons going slowly nowhere:it’s a cavalcade of age ,behind your lines I see the shadowof young freedoms;everything you say makes perfect pitchpineapples on my doorstepclear blue seas, brings strength from near exhaustion.It’s the taming hourcut crusts crumblevulnerability a seashell random with the tideswaying of your mind open to fresh morningsdragging treasure from a cave I’d lost:nothing gives a clue, memory lingers in body’s cells:like the others you repeat my name in cadent raspingstill I can turn and learn to seecrystal imaginings fired to sharp realityon the wind’s curve.