To sway the acts
Of daily life
Is the least of its effect.
For deeper within,
It rests.
It is love.
Sadly, for being human,
It is often set a-sail,
A sailboat on an ocean.
Driven by wind,
Or swept by breeze,
It seeks quiet,
In a bay,
Where the anchor of peace may complete it.
But like a foundation,
It must be strong.
It only has yet,
To reach it’s strength.
To become an island,
A land guided by sun,
The truth.
For this, my heart longs.
But with each drop of water,
The waves seem to sweep away,
This purest emotion that belongs,
Only to You.
The search is on.
