Wandering Hate

Those who wish

for you to

lose,

are already

lost.

Waves

"Waves"

Her Depth Is Dark

No Heart Can See

A Treasure Hides

Inside Her Deep

I Swim To Search

Inside Her Sea

But Pushing Waves

Deny My Plea

At Shore I Wait

Through Night And Day

Just To Hear

Her Ocean Play

Here I Stand

With Buried Feet

Until Her Waves

Come Look For Me

Storms

Remember that a storm can also nourish a flower in need of the rain.