I am filled with burning flames of the rising sun
Your ocean bed is where I anchor
I radiate my warmth into your waters as one
Seeking a calming balance
And my center

In the evening fog you hold me ever gently
Safely beneath those clouded skies
As my warmth radiates into you freely
I am lulled to peaceful sleep
With you nearby

I would be a burning ship with a wanderer’s mast
Here sailing lost in my own ocean
If not for your bed of anchoring calm and rest
Where I can radiate my warmth
From the rising sun

When it is time for my ship to sail off once again
I will take hold of my anchor
Sail away into the rising sun, chasing winds
But know you this, to you I shall return
To again, find my center

Copyright *Neva Flores @2011