After storms which maim the soul,
bare the burden, leave the toll,
erase the smudge upon the heart,
lest love from life too soon depart
in tragic pasts gone unrelieved,
no alchemist can dream deceive,
counting pennies in the well,
only hopes you could not sell.


Like sun that shines upon the sea,
never-more adrift, just be,
risen from the depths which surge
over symptoms awaiting purge,
sail the waters, free to swim,
sip the salt of dream again
if only to feel the wind in hair
and cast the past into the air,
breathe the scent of change's tide,
essence of truth, no longer denied.