Out of darkness emerges light
as a gentle breeze caresses her cheek
in a reflection, the rainbow
my thoughts are clouded.
I return to the past where it all began
I rummage through those rocks looking for the clues,
but the waves have covered their tracks.
I'll have to dig deeper.
Likewise, I return to the present with no clues,
I can't find the lost path.
Maybe the seagull with its flight will tell me,
Maybe a friend will show me the way.