The word has been spoken...

Dear Oyster Seeker,

"Maybe in the name of Love,
I may dive with you,
may swim through trenches deep
and seek blue light."

The maybe's of my life have led to a bitter heart and a numb mind...
The maybe's in my life have also whirled-in a cool breeze from a dull May sky...

.....

The bitch does not bark anymore, she whimpers

Getting Over Hurdle

Purple Pain
Hot Rain
Empty Cuddle
Boiling Despair
Parched Aspiration
Flickering Dream
Hateful Haste
Doubting Shadow
Steatopygic vacuum

Silent Smile
Reining Surrender
Sitting Quiet
Building Search
Garnering Warmth
Ceasing Despotism
Dusting Knees
Holding Breath
Counting Back-ups
Steatopygic Faith