Here,
Hard to say much more than that
Hard to explain where we're at
Hard to make out up from down
Yet maybe more clear than ever.
Long Waiting,
Patiently on the seashore
Watching the wind and the waves
Months and months go by no change
When will the sun break Day.
Nuclear winter,
Sky filled with ominous green grey
Dying the see something otherwise
Yet it continues on
Tirelessly unrelentingly never-ceasing.
Won't you knock on the door
Bright Sunshine
Blue Sky
Calm Waters
Deep Peace, Soul be at ease.
Ryan Bowser 