Red halos reflected in the windowsMake the grey sky open up in greeting.Instead of violent wavesslicing through the mistA pinkish hue softens them.Spring evenings that share arePasted over this midnight sailing.We each hold halogen bulbs,Distorting our imperfections,Reflecting what others want us to be.Lights on a ferry windowHiding what we don't want to see. 

One Day, you’re gonna wake up and someone, is gonna stir up your life like a whirlwind. It’s okay if that someone is yourself too. Because they’re gonna help you live, with a light in your eyes and a laugh in your every breath. You’re gonna learn how to care less about what other people think about you, and care more about how you view the world. And you’ll find yourself, you truly will. You’ll...

Her heart is wholeas she looks out across the raging waters,arms outstretched in knowing empathy.She knows how it is to feel violent and unrelenting. She has waded through similar tides.But now she standsDressed in white,A beacon of hopeTo others who feel like they are drowning. She holds them close and tells themThe tumult is temporary, and the waves will not win. 

there is something mystical about water when in large quantity, it is constantly shifting.a cosmic force with the power to purify or destruct in the same swift movement.. embodying it’s power by simply existing.when contained, the once ferocious element sits.. no longer able to sway in any direction realignment after crashing into Mama Earth’s core never occurs yet the water still exists.. and ...

Loving you is like being submerged by a wave— Deafening silence. 

He goes by many names my love,King, God.Some know him as  Poseidon.  Creator of storms and floods,  Bringer of earthquakes and destruction. Violent, impulsive... Unstable.  He has been described as both;Tempestuous and rough, Calm and gentle..He is acknowledged by some as Varuna, and Hlér Ryūjin, and Neptune.But to me, he isSimply, utterly, Undeniably, The sea .Pranaya Keli Harvey 

The sun is disappearingbut the waves are calm.They splash slowly and soothinglyonto the sand. They caress and calm the beachuntil they are appeased.The beach is consumedwith overwhelming affection. The beach thanks the waveswhen the waves remind the beachthat they are still thereand that the sun will be back tomorrow.

Second Chances She stands upon a high cliffAs a beacon for his loveHoping the wind will carry himUp to her, high above Helpless he cannot reach herGazing up from far belowThe crashing waves drowned out his criesHis words are lost in the undertowShe waits as long as her heart canThen throws herself off in despairHe finally reaches the topOnly to find that she's not there

The fire breathes triumphant, sending sentries of ash,Whirling up to the moon like snow in reverse.The fire snaps and cracks, devouring dead wood and dry grass.A gunshot bangs, as a cigarette lighter is tossed into the pyre. A faction has wandered awayTo skinny-dip-clean their souls in the moonlit shimmering sea.The lightweights laugh and jump and sing,While the responsible one stands over the ...