Still a work in progress, and a definite change from my usual style. What do you guys think? "Vision" I saw two lovers on different ends of a kiss, and riding on extreme ends of a wave, they bathed in a sea of blood. When the winds picked up, a malachite breath from a steamy sky, I saw two lovers, two angels, swim in facing directions. But the sun, burning desire of envious feeling, spake the waves and stirred them. I saw two lovers in funtile, static, movement. And the angels beat their wings against malachite whispers, thrust their arms towards bloody currents, and drowned their desire in fighting the tide. Who can say, but that the dragged angels, made headway against disorder? Who would promise, but that the torn lovers, might better drift apart for a season? For I know, but that for their endless battles, the times would take them in swift circles and join their tryst at the ends of the world.