Done

Raining down the sands of time,

gently reaching the Oceans Brine.

A salty taste there is no waste,

of life or liberty,

Post Haste!!

Pain fills my mind,

memories remind,

of all the love and hate.

None of this is mine.

A man I seek,

he brings relief,

of all the strife within.

His love is pure.

His hate is none,

and all he does,

becomes done,

in body, soul and spirit mind.

K.A.P.

7/5/2009