At Sea
One can see the fog rolling in
But only God can lift it,
She sits in silence as if she knows her fate,
I see fear in her eyes,
But she can’t talk,
There was a time when the skies were clear;
We heard the thunder of laughter
In the distance…
Then there was peace and quiet,
She smiles,
She is in her own world now,
We carry on conversations
Without words;
I see a tear in her eye.
Who can interpret the universe,
The heavens and the firmament?
I rub her forehead and hold her hand;
Her eyes search my face
As she reaches out to me
For answers,
On the morn she drifts out to sea
When she awakens the fog will be lifted.
Midi is used with permission
©
Margi Harrell
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