across the ocean, stormy seas causes such commotion - tomorrow became today, it will be filled for many with emotion...cracked hands receive needed lotion against this wintry day but come what may, you are bound to life which makes you stay until it takes you down once last time to forever lay; this stray wishes he could just phone to say, "I hear the voices of those that no longer utter the simple word nay"...work we must, on this wintry day - come to me oh month of May...http://www.flickr.com/photos/soulmyst/