might as well show you the finished product
here goes:


Bay Kissed Wind

you have yet to crucify the mind
to the day I should never cast to open sea
freeze the waves and savor the chaotic beauty
too imperfect
a godsent day in April
a hand in plea does reach to the heavens
only to catch itself red
you please the wicked minded
and crawl on bloodshed ground
not fit to lie with the lesser of the beast
when you will it
endure not a doubt of my coming
cloud not to count
you will find me
just to closing my final color
kept in abeyance on undisturbed waters
with the ashen dove
unscathed


i hope its okay someone said they didnt understand it very well