Waves Of Solitude
the silent waves, wash my skin,
making me whole. Riding, flying
skies so blue, sea, green and blue
the birds, ready to fly with me,
ready to sing my own song, ready to
live again, be me again. To fly above
the waves, in the sky. Soaring high
days to be faced, fears to be braved.
For the life ready for me, flying in my light of day.
As silent night comes, escapades are over,
days to be greeted are over.
So is my song, and so is my life.