Sometimes love is a panacea.

Sometimes love is a plague.

And right now I'm not sure
if I'm cured or diseased.

****.

There is a deep
Ever growing need
Where the breeze of the sea
Calls out to me

Tosses and tussles
My thinning hair
Making me wish
I was still there

What the waves have to say
In their defense
Is they’ve also missed me
Since the moment I left

Soon to return
Back to the beach
Where the breeze of the sea
Daily calls out to me

I became one of you
When I found the corridor of light
I became one of us
Here in the corridor of light

The birds are silent by day
It is the life of night
The life of nights
Born from the cries of birds

Once I burned in blazing fire
My eyes stared like flames
My pointed hair caught fire
In the mirror of amber

Where are all the brothers?
A great flood buried the quarter
While well-mannered, decent people
Deliberated at bright window fronts

The cries of the birds turned to
Sand
The birds flew away
I became one of us

You can accept
Be grateful
You cannot expect anything in this world
Regardless of the relationship or source
The reasons don't matter
Be gracious
Walk away with your head held high
Let go and move forward