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)