Hear the waves
Hear the crashing of the waves;
The wind blows hard, but doubt remains.
I'm lost, alone, forsaken.
What happened, was something taken?
Something's changed, a minor shift ;
Something has changed, a mournful rift .
I find it hard to understand,
Overshadowed in this pleasant land.
But listen, who sings at the water's edge?
Could they but help, provide a bridge.
He is nought but a singer,
Creating stories that shimmer.
A fantasy narrated,
It speaks to me, awaited.
A reverie conceived,
A future, now brightly revealed
I no longer feel alone,
All along I should have known.
I no longer feel so lost,
I no longer count the cost
Hear the lapping of the waves;
The breeze blows soft, whispering my name.
Well there we are, another completed poem and I feel really happy. Still got the writing bug after all.
Hi John, You did a great job on this one. I got so drawn in while I was reading, I almost forgot I wasn't actually there. Yes, you still have the writing bug. Thank you for sharing. :)
ReplyDeleteJohn, this is beautiful. I love being by the beach and feel the calming that being there gives to you.
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