Moving muscle and mind
Maneuvering the oars
Fishing for the catch
Returning to the coves of comfort
When the sun sets beyond the mountains
Sleep beckons and hugs
To show a dream
That becomes a drop of dew
Shines and smiles
With the rising sun
That was a lovely flow of time
But now…
Stabbed by the strum and drang
Turmoil tearing torturing
Peace
The sun sets
But butchers and batters
Dreams that now dare
To show a nightmare
Sleepless souls
Scary sun rises
Scorching hope’s tiny bubbles.
