More poems by Weary-Saint

Comfort

The endless waters
Continuing beyond my naive eyes
Vast and blue
Depths of secrets -
deceptions and lies
A shadow across my shoulder
Hands of comfort touch my skin
Panic carried with the waves
away, away, away
Sun rising on the horizon,
a new day that
Comfort has brought me to face...
The endless waters
Vast and blue
and I am no longer afraid.
Poem by Weary-Saint