Water in vain tries to take hold of sand.
The ocean foolishly tries to claim the land.
“Come back to me.” he says to her,
The ocean to the shore.
“A little while longer.”
She answers in reply.
“When our mother in her great blanket,
Warms above: the skies,
Then we shall be much closer,
Our love. You and I.”.
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Her skies have darkened just as times before,
Only now she’s not haunted by the night.
Gazed upon the ocean, yet stayed ashore,
Her tired excuse: the fading of days light.
She was born on this rock it’s enough to
Die on. Knowing there is more she arose.
In this way those years ashore she’ll undo;
Leaving her rock, to reflect what she’s chose.
She may fall down or be crushed by the waves,
Many times she’ll face the risk of drowning.
No matter the end this is how she’ll behave,
Always she’ll arise from floundering.
I only know this because she survived,
And from her example my hope revived.
Posted in Personal, Sonnets
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Though we find
No clear path
To our feet to bind
Grey skies and sun,
Wind snow and rain
We will be together
We both carry this pain
From time to time looking up
To overcast sky again
We know the sun is there
Not always seen
But there watching
Waiting to show
That under grey skies
There’s still one thing that glows.
Posted in On A Positive Note
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