tomorrows shore
What has been spent?.....
what weariness comes,
as each time cast
this net returns empty;
and the knowledge
of this time now wasted,
shatters some new place within.
And hardened through years
these hands turn to steel,
and scars unseen
twist and bend, reshaping
what was once true,
drowning these dreams,
beneath the waves.
Until the eyes awaken, seeing
as horizons fuse,
spilling one, into the other
as the sun rest
on the water edge, exactly
as the day began.
Tomorrow, I wash away,
and no shadow, will fall
across this shore,
I will have found
a new horizon,
and a new perception
of this changing tide.
Visit me here,
when you find surrender.
Sit with me,
when nothing is sought.
Here, we’ll return
in softness of spirit,
finding only,
what the ocean gives.
