A soft image satisfies the deepest sea
found in your eyes
recognized as comfort.
Harmony makes a new wind flow lovingly
into the arms
of old wounds suffered.
Measured out our shores bend
to meet in passion
to taste time's recurrent goals.
Lighted I talk with my hands
to find balance
shimmering within my soul.
Scenes pass by of places with nowhere to go,
sailing as tributes tired of singing chords
Still, I smile magically as if I am bound
to live life uncut
yet emptied of all pain.
Copyright *Neva Flores @08/15/2011