When the waves wander too far in the sky

The birds would crash in the trough with a silent thud

The cove of rainbows that forms....

Would guide you on the untrodden path

To a place called memory's conscience where.....

Words, said....unsaid

Wobble along the other side....

To gain recognition first and then remembrance

of the world that was and still is the place....

I am Recognized At....