I like the discipline to Face the waves and Drown inside of them My nature is to spin like a Grain of sand whenever a tide comes in The certainties have shifted Words deleted incompleted The hissing drift of wintering Scalded scar of his words leaves a stain
No tomorrows Left in shadow
Like beggars we would meet again In the months to come and the years Exchanging consciousness Exchanging reason and tears Released from all the pain Only a bittersweet saver remains And the par??? have to glow A trace of that state of floating is