Recurrence in/of Your Life

meet me before the sun’s final bow

between the minutes and cracks in my palm

I count your tears and sorrows

to plead for your tomorrows


call me when the waves crash

meeting the walls you’ve built

as I seek a lighthouse

to bring us warmth and refuge


find me as the moon escapes the clouds

I’ll play to the sounds of the wind

to guide you home 

free, away from the storms in your soul 


know that with every change of color in the skies,

you have me right by your side. 


What are you looking for?