Misty Mornings

The inner conflicts fly within our hearts

 like seagulls across the ebbing tides of the ocean.

And though life is palpable like the morning dew,

it carries waves of endless beauty

like the infinite Starry night sky.

As the feet of sunken people rest their soles

on the ancient ground of the Earth,

they stumble and fall with fire in their hearts

longing for a home they know not

time after time.

But on that dark and gloomy night

with hearts and minds buried in illusions and lies,

a ray of sunshine shoots like a bolt

from the midst of conversations in the dark

and touches those who are in the world but not of the world.