Waves on Repeat
Swimming, splashing, diving, rolling with the wave, floating, boating,
going to where it takes…
and all in a matter of seconds it’s gone.
Silent then is the moon, the sky, the sombre eyes.
Waves on Retreat
On day’s when the sun lap’s the wave,
under azure sky.
The field’s are green, following
lines of yellow dandelion,
and mother’s are giving
birth to their young.
Oh, what a time is this!
Sultry eyes adorn the morn
when one is newly born,
in the night.
As newlywed’s find a bed
adorned with roses full,
and lush…rich in colour.
But quiet is the night that lay here this eve.
Deep in darkest day I hold my head up anyway.
Rejoicing in what may,
As life gives birth so
often it takes…
But none the less one
should be crying…
for life is what one makes.
Waves on Repeat
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