Tuesday, February 28, 2012

Life: Crimson tide

Crimson Tide

Which way do you turn to find the light?
Hear laughter, see smiles, feel pain
Open eyes to search the skies that you might
At last grasp the warmth, when you hear your name.

Lost is somewhere inside your mind
Tight up inside that corner of dark
So sure that you could never be found
But dark is the quiet waiting for the light.

Self is good; self is you, self not less
But you, you are all you need
To stand up tall for the world to see,
You are as you are, not as they want.

Sitting quiet, watching the sun setting
Warm breeze wafting your flaxen hair
Knowing you are you, that beautiful you
As strong and sure as the setting sun
Over crimson tide


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