Here I come to find myself, catch the tide Looking for a peace at the end of the line Sometimes I can’t help myself feel the tide I’m all at sea and so unwise I’m so afraid I’d lose your love as time goes by But courage is a fire and a beacon so bright…

It’s somewhat disturbing that the first poem I choose to publish publicly is a eulogy, but then again it could have been about cute talking bunnies… how sad will that be? Anyway, this one’s dedicated to lost loved ones and broken friendships. Death cheats, and memories redress Loss is not for the dead, but for the…