May 16

Rise

I am lost in a sea of trouble;
yet in this sea a treasure I've found
Rise, I will save myself from these waters
of cutting diamonds and blinding white;
With my dears and my clinkering soul
captured in the belly of blue china;
Yearning to see tiny nesting birds
to learn the rhythm of good, not evil
And clasp hands with mortal angels
to free human sadness, despair and greed
Joy, a treasure I've found at last;
lost in a sea of trouble.