stormy seas
whitecaps scratch my soul
the lighthouse
the rock
gone.
seas batter
winds tear apart sails
and there is no respite
there is no stopping ground
there is no rest
and then i see
i am the rock
the rock is me
weathered
battered
but solid
scratched
chipped
but still whole
how easy it would be to rest in your harbor
but it cannot be so

perfect little one

innocent and trusting
no harm has ever come to her
i want to protect her
but know i can't forever
a little being
a little miracle
total light
to be loved
is wonderful
but to love
is pure happiness

can i learn from her
this simple secret
of love
i fear i will fail her
i've lost so much
i fight saddness
every day
but i try
i try to learn
her simple secret

and yet i've failed
and her life will be broken

how i wish i could
learn that simple secret
and give her the whole warmth
she deserves
she demands
she needs
to be whole

so maybe
she won't lose
her simple secret
when she's old enough
to remember