Saturday, March 24, 2012

Waves Of Comfort

Waves erase the memories
eclipse the vibrant shore,
Hold at bay the dreaded pain
that tears at heart's soft core

And when it comes, the hurt is fierce
the rip of vulture's claw
Shredding at soul's guarded grip
to swallow in it's maw

At such times, peace seems absurd
an inaccessible feast
A hunger that we cannot sate
a goal too far from reach

But to despair, the waves are kind
They cleanse the heart's strong ache
suffuse the shore with glowing sun
leave love in sorrow's wake. 

(photo courtesy of Picable)

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