Sometimes I have to ask
Is there anyone capable of love
as deeply as I see?
Can not we all feel the joy of life,
why does this wandering have to be?
Is it those things which keep our Spirit
from being free?
The life which drives us in despair,
Is often empty within and without,
birthing security from realities built
to keep the oceans out.
But islands should rise above the sea
tranquil places within you and me.