hot lengths in hue's of steel
do make their mark on a hunter
seeker of softness in the lapsing of waves
as the sun readies to retire

i am caught here in this ocean
neither losing nor winning
neither slave nor one to capture
i am blended in this fold where i am

doing the best that i can

may it always bring promise
that it won't always feel like this
in journies to our hearts
may it always be here to walk with us

let silent tears roll gently
to set free what was caught in the mind
bring us to our feeling
gifting grace to the inner lining of our safe space