dreams
the winds
blow off the waters,
the
waves crashing in,
arising
in crescendo
with
each new set,
continuously,
without end.
an
early morning chill
hangs in the air,
the
sky still black
except
for those distant orbs,
a few stars glittering,
as the
sky melts as one
with
the horizon,
a dark
mass fitting the mood,
one
of sorrow, of pain.
this
is a place of solitude,
a place
which beckons to those
who
come here to reflect
to think,
to wonder,
to listen
to the waves,
to hear
their message,
to smell
the salty sea air,
and
to lose oneself.
yes,
to turn within oneself,
this
can be the place.
Soon
caught in thought,
oblivious
to all around,
the
mind wanders
to a
time long ago.
this
time,
something
which never
should
have happened again,
did.
Unexpected surprises come.
sometimes
disturbing the balance,
making
it seem past lessons are
forgotten, causing fear to arise.
so,
again the emptiness
becomes
abysmal for all
human
emotion. Again it pulls
at the spirit unrelentlessly.
existence
in this world
is but
a speck in relationship
to all
time.
how to
escape these feelings?
learn
lessons well,
lessons
not to be forgotten.
be on
guard. don't allow anything,
anyone
cause this imbalance again.
listen
to the rhythm of the surf.
life
goes on though at times
it may seem
an impossibility.
release
the feelings, the emotions,
like
so many tiny grains of sand.
look
to the future.
accept
what is done.
move
on and realize this will
never
happen again - never.
and each
time it is thought that
all
is forgotten but then surfaces,
go back
down to the beach.
realize
the immorality of the beauty
of the
spirits who live there.
ask
for their help - don't
be afraid.
they
are there for you,
for me, for everyone.
and
listen again to the sounds,
heed
their message, that of peace.
all
continues as the tides rise and fall
no matter what
has happened.
again
the balance will be restored.
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