You’ve either been there
Or knew I’ve been here
Though you’ve seen from a distance
Somehow you’ve discerned a cadence
How could you possibly know
Those stormy waves that ebb and flow
In spite of fear so rife
Are just tides of daily life
I never whispered aloud
My dread of a falling cloud
Yet you knew more than me
That dark would lift and set me free
Andrew James Whalan 