Salty oceans, some quiet, some rough,
Rough tides to the lands lying quiet.
Quiet does feel unsettling rough,
Rough is the mind when suppressed quiet.
Quiet are the tears, quieting the rough,
Rough gets its release in the depths of the quiet.
Salty tears, some quiet, some rough.

A pinch of salt for the soul,
A soul soup for a sick day,
A day of ailing sweat,
A sweat like dew but warm,
A warm hug in the warm soup,
A soup so bland yet hearty,
A hearty dash in the bowl,
A pinch of salt for the soul.

I dissolve,
You don't see me,
You will if you bond,
But I need to be released too.
Empty your ocean a little,
Tear by tear,
Soothe your soul,
It'll dissolve the pain,
Like salt in the rain.