the waves are softly dancing,
reaching out their hands towards the shore,
beckoning souls to wander into their midst,
to bring back to their watery home.
the waves keep on coming,
calling out to tortured souls that wait
standing by the shore seeking solace
to the hurts their minds do bear.
the waves are already rolling,
tugging softly at flesh cold to the touch,
egging them towards their silent home below,
where peace they may find upon their escape.
-The Elusive Scribe 091013-
May you find the answers you seek in the silence of your soul,
and emerge into the world with a clearer mind than before.
May you find solace in the arms of the wind that will carry,
the wounds you’ve forgotten away from your heart.
May you find the kind of peace you have been looking for,
when you stare at the stars that surround the light of the moon.
May you find hope with the coming of the day,
as it bathes you with the softest of glows.
So that when you walk this world where darkness sometimes reigns,
you will be braver, bolder and stronger than before.