and the emerging sun lighting the rainbow spray
in the sky above the shoreline
the battered heart beats more easily
the shredded nerves lie in their grooves
the wearied mind is vacant as its pain fades slowly
and all peace is a phase change between surges of process
always back to the beach in the stillness
pulled to the sand's edge like the tug of the tide
as it settles in for its short spell of stasis
always the ending that begins again all momentum
as we're called back to where we started
the new storm forming quietly in the churning water
the next rest fortified in this one...this dappled singular one...
Content (c) 2008-2012 Philip Milito.
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