Jumping Into Waves
Jumping Into Waves
The waves washed up upon the shore
as the seagulls flashed grey against
the sun gone almost black cold sky.
Crying in the empty winds of summer's
day they dove then once more ascended,
as if trying to reach their distant stars.
There was no rain to soothe the violence
impending. Only yellow fog, stifling all in its
unnatural sweetening mood. Whatever rain
existed in the distance hung back as if in
fear. But there was no fear here. only
branches, silhouetted dark against the
sky, stark.
The sand had long since given up to grey.
no longer sparkling before dancing rays,
calm grains darkened to await nature's
wrath. Walking along this shore he knew.
He had learned once before, learned that
all nerve was only facing up to feelings
once felt.
Jumping into emotion waves and riding with
them until they died and lying on the beach
at sunset, exhausted and satisfied. He had
ridden the waves unto death. Whatever love
feelings he had could be likened to this
jumping into waves and floating back cold,
after the fall
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