Frayed memories,
find solace in clouds…
Your presence linger,
In the winds…
Abstract grief
Of the distracted heart.
The quiet beat,
of your steady heart,
is my solace,
in chaos,
your eyes,
my lighthouse,
in the storm…
You find me,
when I have stopped looking,
in the desolate shores,
soaked in the high tides of the ocean…
You find me,
in a place of no sound,
when I am lost to be found…
and the quiet beat,
of your steady heart,
is my solace,
in chaos,
and your eyes,
my lighthouse,
in the storm.