Unrest

I may rest, but never long

As discontent pervades my youthful soul.

When elusive peace does come, the unrelenting dreams

Permeate the mind.

I may sail, forever long

In gusty winds of hope to be made whole.

When the stormy seas subside, the unyielding streams

Flood the heart and mind.

I exist, singing a song

Intertwined in a place empty not full.

When blessed harmony sounds, the ravaging storm seems

Painful and unkind.

- T.H. -