storm-tossed groper

Storm-tossed groper,

Lean on this eyes, and

I’ll lead you through this



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