Swimming

Sharp is the night as

angels watch over her.

She runs to the waves

where water black as a bird's wing

hides her salty tears.

She is swimming and sinking.

Breath turned bitter, savage is her renewal -

She closes her eyes and dives deeper.

She is swimming and falling.

This Wretched Sea

My Ship is lost.
In the storm through which it is tossed.
With no one to keep me company,
and never to grow any fonder.
Of what lies ahead, no matter what is said.
Doomed to this wretched plain.
Doomed to endure this hurtful pain.
To forever search for love.
Looking for the one, who came from above.
To pull me from this drowning flood.
And when I thought I found him,
I landed in the mud.
I am still looking for that ray.
Which will turn darkness into day.
The guy to set me free.
From this wretched storm-tossed sea.