Serving warm bowls of soup for cold hearts.
I was riding the ocean.
Soft, steady waves.
Slowly began to increase in tide.
I wavered a bit but held on tight.
I quickly learnt to tame them
They were pulling me deeper
Right into the middle
Rain poured down upon me
The roar and anger of the ocean
Shook my soul but I kept going
Then a deathly wave rose and engulfed me
I was deep inside, sinking within
Not afraid but embracing it.
Fighting it, until I rose again.
Like drops of dew on a leaf.
And a soft breeze on the cheek.
You, with a smile of an angel.
Spread your wings of love.
– While here,
I carry a longing with a strong urge.
To intrude into the depths of your peaceful mind
and beautiful soul.