Summer times …


Its up and then its down.

It happens, these waves and wild rides

These waves, we don’t always want to ride.


Every time.

It shines and then its dark.

Its the light that we must shine,

This light, we don’t always know how to shine.


Other times.

It rises for the depths

Its shines brighter in the darks

Its the Awakening we must reckon, even if we dread it with all our might.