In calmer seas
There swept a breeze,
That lingered of tomorrow.
Wept are the tears of
Yesterday’s fears.
Storm froth Forth; The now.
Albeit borrowed....
Intrepidly yearning,
distant lighthouse stay burning,
in hopes the glasses sand;
would cease it’s turnings.
But to no avail the storm’s
winds catch sail and pour down
the rains of intense mourning.
Heed of this warning,
Less blinded by your prize,
Lay you capsize.
For truly then all hands
Shall hold fast, to leave ones life asunder,
under such reckless thunder.
About the Creator
Michael_Angelo
I live and work in Canada and I've had a love of poetry and story making since I was a child. With age, I have only taken on more life experience to draw from. I have been and lived in this country from coast to coast.
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