Confessions

Confessions I make
wondering if the sea can hear me.
So far the sound of the waves
was the only answer I had.

The moon shadow stares at me
just until I finish my story.
After that she leave me alone
with no light to guide me.

Hopefully the old wind is finally here
bringing nothing but it's music,
and this is enough to wait for another day.

Hope

I've found hope in your eyes
so intense and so pure
that I found myself digging waves
looking for a telegraph written in walls.

The weight of the wind moved me
across the water through land.
Panic I see, there's destruction everywhere.

But finally I've found home
in your hair, in your smile.
That is the power of a dream.