grey days
lead to contemplation
of sunnier times
when all those around you
have lost their way
when the fog of doubt
clouds the mind
and the notion of thought
becomes an ocean
and the stars no longer shine
where is that compass of mine
Category: Ocean
Ocean Tales
by the ocean tales
I follow the moon
her pattern draws the day
and crosses the sky
from morning to night
each afternoon past
collect those jewels
while they last
The Golden Tears 