I ever wonder if we were in a vast ocean
Imprisoned within the heart of a colossal storm...

I drifted within
The ocean of words...

Your love is like a cradle of peace
A resting place where pain cease...

I have written your name on the sands
And notice how the waves drown it beneath...

Traffic lights, present across ones sight
Traffic lights, insomniac during the night...

A Diary To My Precious Daisy (A Father's Love)
(August 17, 2007...

If antonym meant synonym
And bright meant dim...

Wrapped within your tender arms
Providing warmth to my saddened soul...

Calamities elevating each tick of a second
Storms wiping innocent childish eyes...

Softly lay me down to sleep
An infant secured with peace...

If the wind could speak or whisper
Through my ears with tender...

Within the depth of the beholder's eye
Where beauty resides with constant shy...