Gray morning mist
Walking into the waves
Separating in two
Before you.
Water crashing,
Moving,
Becoming one
Ocean.
At the end
When you
Reach the sand,
Arms wrap
Around
Holding you,
The sun,
Welcomes
The end of
Two waves
As they become
One ocean

Everyday
no matter what's going on,
Just find a little place in you
To stay warm &
Escape the darkness
That sometimes
Is this world.
Everyday
no matter what's going on,
Find a little place in you