Sunday, February 24, 2008


Somewhere distant
Near the horizon
Whirlpools and vortices
Are everywhere.

As a warning
The waves rise in a distance
But they reach the shore
In submission.

Her tears well up
In the high tides
As she rises up in vain
To reach the moon.

Solace is often found
By her
At the shore
In you and me.

1 comment:

Rukhiya said...

The solace permeates. :)