connectedness
I think a lot about how separate I am
I seem to forget about the connections
it's like the 6 degrees
of separation
here I am on my stranded little island
thinking I'm oh so alone
and yet the water splashes
splashes me wet
and rinses me free
water is my friend
and I can hear the wave
the whisper of the sea-foam
the tragic clash of tide
sweeping away my sandy shore
where I once stood tall
where I once stood with someone
the waves have washed away
more than my sadness
more than my link
more than my love
the waves have washed away my time
they've washed away my past
away it has all gone, but no
gently swaying somewhere in the sea
the ocean keeps it safe
the water keeps it moist
the fish keep it company
it's all still here
just the same as everything ever lost
and yet to be found
we have all that we need
on our island oasis
trees for shade
sun for vitamin
food for thought
and I wonder
why it is I feel so alone
sometimes
when everything I ever need
or want
is right here for me
all I have to do is reach.....