Gleam

I live in a quiet burrow
Deep in the darkest of woods
Though visible still,
by a piercing gleam of light
Do not think me as blind
but paralyzed with sight

A kind thought

Sometimes I fear
Will it ever be enough?
I only want to care
And do as I should do-
Go on as I should
Like the flawless motions of the fluttering wings of a hummingbird
The tide of the ocean stopping exactly where it is intended to
What is my purpose?
I have searched the rolling sea
I have wandered through the restless woods
And studied the bird's song, unceasingly
But still, I cannot figure it out.
Then, softly, a kind thought came to me:
"Let them see."
So I wrote the thoughts that came to me
These reveries inside of me
The fears, and utmost honesty
And all there is of me

The Day By the Sea

When will be the day that I find peace?
It's today, it's today
I resolved to taking a path to the sea.
I nearly slipped among the watery stones leading my way.
And all I could remember was the longing in my bones.
Perhaps there was another world, undiscovered
Perhaps I was meant to find it one day.
Along my path,  the grass grew tall
allowing me to see only what was ahead.
The sea was a blanket stretched across the coldest parts of the Earth.
I walked along the shore,
I was in no hurry.
The water was lukewarm,
and tiny shells slid past my bare feet.
I asked again,
When will be the day that I find peace?
It's today, it's today