As my light becomes dark

I intertwine my words and vision into woven light

Wednesday, February 1, 2012

The Waves

Sometimes I feel the ocean
Like seaweed fingers on my back

Sometimes I feel the sand
Brush away the past held in my eyes

Sometimes I feel the breeze
Encouraging my life to exhale

Sometimes I feel the sun
Melt the darkness set in my heart

Sometimes I feel the rip
Pull me back once again