The waves arrive without warning
Crystalline onyx reflects the illusion of sky
Golden at first glance, becoming deeper and much darker
Racing towards solid ground
Hitting so hard,breaking apart, only to turn back and try again
The waves are getting bigger now
No wind, only a tide of man made destruction
Egos crashing on the shore of reality
Subconsciously sinking, back into the darkness
And back out again, clinging to the sun drenched shore
The waves are getting smaller now
Spreading their steady soothing rhythm
A calm washes over the sun’s canvas, lighting and lightening
Forgotten fears floating away, for now
Breathe deep
The waves arrive without warning.
Categories: Writing
