A wave of peace,
So graceful but unmistakable.
How much love flows in the ocean?
The heart of the seas
It is an unending stream
I write to the rhythm of it’s tide
An eternal flame,
Sometimes faint but strongly alluring.
Who has seen the splendor of fire?
The strength of light
It is what liberty is made of
So are my thoughts on paper
A delightful breeze,
So gentle and constant.
What compares to the life giving air?
The ancient wind
It brings with it rest
Like a completed piece of writing
A vacant land.
So grand yet unexplored.
What promise has fertile ground?
The hope of a harvest
It beckons us to plant seed
The way blank pages beg for words