By Storm


Slick and sleek
seas rush to greet the shore
in passionate waves that
pummel the walls of
a melting heart.

A wind whips white horses
into the gallops as I
too feel their gush
of rolling thunder.

What a beautiful noise

… alive

As I breathe
‘neath electric blue skies once more
that urge me on to wander
with a lust for life,
I cannot deny.

Wings of rising hope
take me where reality
meets the dream.
The past has
already been written

the future waits

…Yet to be seen.


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