Storm-tossed groper,

Lean on this eyes, and

I’ll lead you through this

Labyrinth

_

Desert flowers will bloom,

In the loving bosom of

Oceans and sunsets

When you bring

Your darkness into

The light you become

Luminous angel

_

So, come home

Come home and

Lean on this love

fervor, O’ loveless

vine, withered passions

–

The wine bottles are

Empty when you are

Self depriving

Of the nurture,

Of the love effulgence

Of the freedom to be free