Streams of thoughts
Love.
Love, love, love.
My soul like a beach
Is moved by undulations of love,
Like water lapping at its shore.
Every time another person parts with me,
They take some of my sand.
Which is good because they leave some water in my reservoir, too.
And I don't mind.
Sometimes it is hard, though.
Sometimes the most difficult love to watch fall back in the waves of the ocean
Is the love you never realized you possessed for someone.
There's a little bit of love missing from myself today.
But I know someday that sweet wave will come back to me,
And when it does, my soul will be filled.
Peace enters me, breathing life into my wearied heart.
I've worried so much, so hard, in the past.
Now strangely I feel like letting go.
For some reason, I'm not afraid this time.
Before there was uneasiness, but with this one,
Only assurance that all will be alright.
I place one foot in front of the other and walk forward,
Because he can see where I'm going, it does not matter that I cannot.
Walk with me.
Love, love, love.
My soul like a beach
Is moved by undulations of love,
Like water lapping at its shore.
Every time another person parts with me,
They take some of my sand.
Which is good because they leave some water in my reservoir, too.
And I don't mind.
Sometimes it is hard, though.
Sometimes the most difficult love to watch fall back in the waves of the ocean
Is the love you never realized you possessed for someone.
There's a little bit of love missing from myself today.
But I know someday that sweet wave will come back to me,
And when it does, my soul will be filled.
Peace enters me, breathing life into my wearied heart.
I've worried so much, so hard, in the past.
Now strangely I feel like letting go.
For some reason, I'm not afraid this time.
Before there was uneasiness, but with this one,
Only assurance that all will be alright.
I place one foot in front of the other and walk forward,
Because he can see where I'm going, it does not matter that I cannot.
Walk with me.