How often to choose, to travel inside,
When do the yearnings suggest we comply
There always awaits that worry to slide
Where in moment this world becomes why.
Last night, the winds that toss us aside
So present whistled across the night sky,
A pause of freedom in season with pride
Created sweet reflection in sole eye
Bursts of memory took a solemn ride
While clouds of despair presented the nigh
We cast our shadows without wishful tide
Might sweep love’s desire aside like a lie
Please, provide an island’s quiet release
That hidden fear’s torment evolve my peace.