I know the sea is made of tears for I Have wept them all; I know the air is made Of sighs for I have felt them all and cried Out all the world’s nightmares which cannot fade With the dawn. There is no battle I am Not weary from; no dirt that does not cling To my clothes and pain flows just like flotsam To where I stand on the beach of all things Human.You can talk of borders, countries International law and god’s commands But until your arms learn to dry my eyes I wade in the waves of sorrow which harms
The psyche of a wand'ring soul which yet... In the name of all, blesses the sunset.